Sum-Thyng Like A Poet

 

What am I like trufully: I'm a child at heart!! Gets excited about little things,Like sunrises over the ocean,beating my friend in a game because he wins all the time,Hearing a song I like on the Radio that makes me feel so good inside and sometimes i drop a tear or two ,Watching my nephew(Kris)smile in his sleep that just tells me (God's a funny guy/ he Got Jokes),Playing Pranks on my family members Gotta be the highlights of my life/ because i'm sharing time that's Priceless,Listening to the rain fall it's a beautiful thing if u ask me because at the end a rainbow appears and it's in that moment that'll make you realize that with every bad thing that happens there's a good one waiting for u, I love candy (sometimes), I never plan because in a way it's a waste of time; but the great thing about not planning is: I never set myself up for disappointments!!! Some could say that Im foolish but as i view it i'm living in the moment more like in the seconds so i'm making the best of every one of them... MAKING IT COUNT for what it's wroth and as long as i'm Happy with a Smile I'm Living it Up because tomorrows never promise!! and as for other facts about me I love writing (poems,songs,or just my thoughts) because it seems to keep me clam in a way i can't explain: but if i had to i'll compare it i'll compare it to (the clam after the storm) Cause when i'm going thur things it seems to make me realize things That may have been very cloudy, and I love that i'm able to smile oops my bad I was gonna say make others laugh so basicly I'm Me too caring and couldn't be more kinder So anyone that knows me loves me hints  the SUM-Body Luvz A Poet  part =)

 

 

Tell me
How am I suppose to breathe if I cant spit POETRY
What am I suppose to do if Poetry dismiss his Presences from me and
And my pen ran out of ink on the last piece of paper in this universe and
My mind wouldnt allow me to remember shit
What am I suppose to do
if every recording electronic had a major malfunction
Meaning
My poetry was just that
MY poetry and nothing else
Metaphors sealed and guarded with guns
While symbolism ran into shadows hiding
tell me how am I suppose to live without writing poems
Because I know that I cant
My poetry is my soul so
Tell me
How am I suppose to keep breathing after that
And after that they might as well had took a knife
And removed the tongue from my mouth
if they telling me I cant spit poetry for the rest of my life
Because you see Poetry
He made me his wife and I vow to love him unconditionally
As long as he promised to kiss my tongue with fire and with a combustion
Ill speak it with a passion thru thick and thin raging uncontrollable because
See I have always been obedience to him
Wrote gracefully so willingly
Devoting my deepest love to him
Poetrys cherished without a doubt
So tell me what am I suppose to do if I cant spit Poetry