like a poet

by Jamies431

November 7, 2015

like a poet,

I was the harbringer

of ethos

bringing back metaphor

to the cycle of calculated reasons

like a poet,

i bring back to the table

my decapitated hand, singed of its

chains of allusions,

stained of cheap-ass pen

i tried to use to write a Modern poem

like a poet

i wear a beret

sometimes

like a poet,

i'm a narcissist that my head is millions of balloons

keeping my mental flow

in Cloud 9 but someone dare to climb

from a beautiful line

but I sai----

"WHO THE FUCK SAYS I'M A BUFFOON, DON'T KILL MY

H I G H

in the sky it's dangerous to fell in love with onself because sometimes i read my poems and it sucks and i'm insecure, a myth to every pore- me a poet- was just a great decor in christmas trees where i hid my insecurities over similes and pretentious metaphors and

like a poet,

I digress to prosaic lines

because in life, there is no rhyme.

Repetition over life is just criminal in nature

and

like a poet,

i think everything is wrong.

like ending a poem is wrong.

unless words paints beautiful meanings

10 words long

and like a poet,

i failed to shut up and just write

THE END.

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Jamies431Nov 7, 2015

like a poet,I was the harbringerof ethosbringing back metaphorto the cycle of calculated reasons like a poet,i bring back to the tablemy decapitated hand, singed of itschains of allusions,stained of cheap-ass peni tried to use to write a Modern poem like a poet   i wear a beret                       sometimes like a poet,   i'm a narcissist that my head is millions of balloons keeping my mental flowin Cloud 9 but someone dare to climbfrom a beautiful linebut I sai----         "WHO THE FUCK SAYS I'M A BUFFOON, DON'T KILL MY  H      I      G      H UP                                                                        in the sky it's dangerous to fell in love with onself because sometimes i read my poems and it sucks and i'm insecure, a myth to every pore- me a poet- was just a great decor in christmas trees where i hid my insecurities over similes and pretentious metaphors and like a poet,   I digress to prosaic linesbecause in life, there is no rhyme.Repetition over life is just criminal in nature and like a poet, i think everything is wrong.like ending a poem is wrong.unless words paints beautiful meanings10 words long and like a poet,i failed to shut up and just writeTHE END.