A poet never lies
A poet never lies.
For he writes down
Emotion in disguise.
My writing is
For those who are willing enough
To let their minds
Whirl through
The words I utter.
For I speak no lies.
A decent poet
Dedicates his words
To others rather than himself.
For today I am a poet
With no manners.
Human beings
Are artists.
Born with an opinion brush
Along with a palette of hatred.
Letting their mobility
Depend on their subconscious mind.
Using agony as their canvas.
Ready to
Paint an image
Of one another.
Vision, having a portait painter
Painting your portrait.
Abruptly, he dissappears
Along with the canvas.
How bothersome
One might think
Having no idea
How the portrait painter
Painted you.
A poet never lies.
I have buried
My brush of opinions
Set my palette of hatred on fire.
For I have no manners.
Remaining the canvas;
'Oh poet I beg you
Do not destroy me,
For I do not mean any harm'.
So I wrote down on it, this poem.
Chaimaeelmas
For he writes down
Emotion in disguise.
My writing is
For those who are willing enough
To let their minds
Whirl through
The words I utter.
For I speak no lies.
A decent poet
Dedicates his words
To others rather than himself.
For today I am a poet
With no manners.
Human beings
Are artists.
Born with an opinion brush
Along with a palette of hatred.
Letting their mobility
Depend on their subconscious mind.
Using agony as their canvas.
Ready to
Paint an image
Of one another.
Vision, having a portait painter
Painting your portrait.
Abruptly, he dissappears
Along with the canvas.
How bothersome
One might think
Having no idea
How the portrait painter
Painted you.
A poet never lies.
I have buried
My brush of opinions
Set my palette of hatred on fire.
For I have no manners.
Remaining the canvas;
'Oh poet I beg you
Do not destroy me,
For I do not mean any harm'.
So I wrote down on it, this poem.
Chaimaeelmas
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