I’m a writer
You dance , I write
You sing , I write
You draw , I write
You capture, I write it down
And down there under the stack
You will find pieces of me
Pieces known between God and me only
Because I leave a piece of myself in every poem that I write
I'm a writer
I thought it was their thing till
My ombre soul did not match my physique
My heart was in my hand
My emotions on my sleeve
And if I were to face it
It felt like I was going skinny dipping
In a sea that resembled more an abyss
It was like God reveal more of Himself
I responded to a call
And since I've kinda been on a roll
This is the one thing where other people's opinions don't matter
I like what I do
I like how I do it
How you express this fluid like things
Make you feel like jelly sometimes
As I penetrate your walls
Into your soul
And bring out a reaction that surprises us all
That in my my most euphoric state
Or even when I am the saddest existential crisis you have ever seen ,I write
And now I got stacks in my head
Decks on my bed
as all emotions get transcribed onto paper
White naked, demanding paper
Perhaps an anchor
But, also a caretaker
As the concern that
I will not have enough space to
Store my articulated lace
Threatens to consume
But then I assume
That u most probably will never feel like this again
Defined and defiled by another of the same flesh as me
Bro can't you see ?
How much I strive to breathe
To live ..
Thus I write
Cause I'm a writer right?
Riiiiiiight
I AM A WRITER
Poems by: she.is.lavinian