My Missing Rib

This piece is just an excerpt of my upcoming collection GRAND PUPPETEER to show case my writing skills. Stopped penning down for a while and i missed it a lot so this is my own way of reconciling

Like a man in love would say I miss you in a temperate voice and touch at sundown

Trying to stir up the right feelings Eg. LUST 

A popular boring phrase but committed and effective with a manly voice; 

I would say I miss my spinning pen with a melancholy lilt

Craving it's touch and thoughts like a DJ trying to mix his beat without spins,

Embellished with creativity and intellectual abilities

Divine rhythms like Deitrick Haddon He's Able gospel song dedicated to Almighty God 

At that moment when my pen kept spinning a new shake spear was born but one with the love for hip-hop and Lupe Fiasco songs

And if it's not too much to add a better balcony scene maybe with air balloons and skip the climbing of trees 

Saw no limitations to the length of the metaphors I could engrave into my poetic piece   

Saw no end to a particular piece because every line kept shouting 

unfinished piece

Eyes all gaped at my journal like every other night like one of those 90's soap operas

BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL i think it was

With a balcony, white house, gardens trying to etch this romeo and juliet feel once again

Except there was no Juliet in my scene only a pen and paper which filled me like i found my missing rib

On the cold floor my butt found it's comfort as the gentle breeze hovered my glittering skin 

I hibernated my thoughts of the earthly world and into a new world i evolved 

Creative lines like selling lemonade i got, papers and pencils enormous like rain drops all i got accessed to   

Biblical, positive, and mushy, lines all buried in my head waiting for the right thought to

Break through the bound to the knowledge underneath like

a pop-up quiz with 15 seconds to answer it

Thousands of dictionary words stored in my head like planting crops

and thousands of more thrown at me like your boss telling you to get it all done or you are done 

This ordinary night i once thought it was is now my most precious earthy gem in the world

Back to the writing world i am so glad it wasn't lost believe in God for all is not lost

HE IS THE WAY THE TRUTH AND THE AIR WE BREATHE! LIKE OXYGEN WITHOUT IT YOU DONE LIKE THIS FINISHED PIECE!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dementia's Pen]

you got a real new age feel but with a spin of Ginsberg. its interesting and perfectly represents your own personal love for the craft. cheers