Understood by those who understand art, yet not all art can be noticed by the 5 senses. In a sense, you must feel the art in your soul, tangible understanding within the mind, but speak art fluently with no question of comprehension. We speak a form of expression that we can't teach to others, it's a self-educating lesson. As I sit down and observe the ways of the world and wonder which direction I must go, I have to look backwards to see my future. I look to see what I left behind, contemplate if I was right to advance myself, and realize the answer in within my center; myself. Take the time to smell the roses I planted, feel each thorn p***k me, taste my own blood that I drew, see the mistake I made, and listen to myself to not do it again. From there I must show the world what my 6th sense shows me in ways others cannot express within themselves the way I can to others. Read these words but close your eyes to the paper and open them to a realm within yourself and compare these words to the scriptures of your life. Feel me as I felt the feelings I express. Understand my situation like it was your own.
We are all poets in a sense, just some have a duty to others to show humanity what a real poet is. That is why I am here.
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Diary of Poems
Where a good deal of my poetry is archived, please comment ant tell me what you think
"Y'all ******** fake, I cant ******** wait to see you, confront you and punch you in your ******** face" -Cassidy