poetA Poem by RayXor
so your a poet and you know it
you paint your poems with strokes of confidence you use words like a sun bleached moon and yet you garble and grumble chew up and spit you gnarl and gash sweet sentences you indulge in there meaning before twisting it you take what your given and wrench at it before a beginning there must be an end before you remember you must first forget before therefore hereafter no more twisting inclusions excluding illusions inducing confusion for poems that poets sometimes regret
© 2014 RayXorAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRayXorTNAboutim 27 and have been through alot of crap in the past year so i decided to start writing again lets see where it goes... more..Writing
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