WHEN I WRITE

When I write!

It’s after 10, paper and pen in my hand again, just like all the other nights, this is how I feel when I write. I’m no poet, but I don’t have to be a poet to procreate what I’m thinking.
For my mind is continuously being fertilized with a special type of soil which keeps creating rare and unknown species of flowers that’s worth more than your money can buy.
You can’t even watch its petal or its stem with your bare eye because you’ll die from its awesomeness.
Not even Obama could hear the words I spill from my lips because he might change from politics and start spiting lyrics.
I’m the best of the best, better than all the rest; no poet can contest……….. Me, cause as soon as I open my mouth and words start coming out they will go back in their corners and sit in shame, they should make shame their middle name.
I’m just playing, I’m in it for the entertain….ment…..yeah that’s what I meant. So yuh could ease back on yuh chair, whew…. I was starting to feel war in the atmosphere.
When I write I’m like a mad scientist, seeing words in bubbles on top my head, showing me my future and no I’m no prophases I’m doing this for kicks.
I’m sure by now I have you’ll lyrically inclined, if you’re not you better change your mine
because My words can flow through your bloodstream and cure you like drugs are supposed to,
It can ease your mind and send shivers up your spine, like powers of a mint when your breaths stink.
So consider yourself lucky……..lucky because you get to hear it for free.
It’s not like anyone has ever paid me!

On this cloud white piece of paper is where my heart is.
And my soul is the black inked pen that makes my words visible, these words then turn into sentences that forms into paragraphs, designed to make you laugh.
I’m no poet but when I write it makes me glow, I try to cover it up because I’m afraid
To let it be heard.
I’m afraid that If I stand before a crowd of people that’s waiting to hear me I might st..st..Stutter like Michael David Rudder, swallow my tongue, choke on my words and die from anxiety.
You’re now probably wondering about my previous statements, and if you are u clearly didn’t read it well……so let’s start from the beginning again.
This is how I feel when I write.