My Flow
I release my poetic flow, with force of a rivers rage.. Just to keep you anticipating, what's on the next page.. I overstand and watch, put the world in the palm of my hand.. Then expand my mind, just to bounce back like a rubber band.. For woman and man..
See I explode like volcanos, words spilling over.. Squeezing ink from my pen, like bullets from a gun of a soldier.. And in my words, there's a lesson to be learned.. So I guess in a way, you can call me a teacher.. I m,anifest through writings, but I'm no preacher..
I am however, a magnetic force..From my wants and life experiances, I'm somebodys energy source.. I paint these pictures, yet I have no brush.. I'm like a dose to an addict, I hand you a rush.. A refreshing feeling, like water on a hot day.. But still hot as the sun, lending light in every way.
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