i consider myself a poet...
 

i guess this is off the top of my head and free written so it mite be a lil forced here and there so forgive me...

deep in though scrawlin poetry on scraps of paper/
disembodied hooks and verses bein saved for later/
i cant hear wut they're sayin, juss the beat of my pen/
and we'll call it speed readin since my eyes follow my hand/
the ink dictates the words better than i can/

disturb my mindstate and the quickness with which i levitate is shockin considering i was mid-way to elevate/
broken sentence structure like mental ruptures by buildin writers block destroyin the sculpture/
my own verbal david computer was unplugged and i didnt get to save it pen fresh out of ink so i didnt get to engrave it radio with dead batteries ill never play it/
wasnt meant to hear my words dont come thru clear my failure as a poet is my final fear...and it seems its all thats here//

Hey, this was pretty damn good. Seriously.

Although, the style this was in, an introspective pessimistical speil, can be tedious if used too much. But it worked here since it's just one peice. I think the words flowed evenly and the rhyming was great too. The concept was sorta personalized inside ones head, but I have that kind of stream of concious stuff going on too, so I can relate.

~Shalom~

actaully nothing really seemed forced, more natural and raw perhaps, but still a good piece. it seems like a piece written to get thoughts out to exam them, or a piece written just to be writting, if that made any sence at all. lol. and i think every writter or alot of them can relate to the fear of one day being a faileur as a poet.

~Tera~
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