Dear Me, I'm Pouring Back Into You

Poets Need Poems and Love Too Featuring Krwnd Sotto, KING, and Poetic Glory

Where is my applause?!

How come I can't have anything dedicated to me?

I don't care if it ain't  "bars"

Tell me how I make you feel on those days when it's hard

Am I the light when it's dark?

Am I the one you prayed for?

Not in the romantic sense

But redemption from the mundane shit. 

I'm so tired of the one-way shit.

You think because I'm the one preaching, I don't need prayers?

Because I choose to live my life in color

I won't appreciate you offering your crayons?

This train has begun to speed

And I don't know how to make it slow down

They got me started; I know they wished I piped down

It's cool to annunciate as long as I keep it tame?

Shame on me if I call someone out for being lame

Gotta show it for me to know it

I feel like Destiny's Child

Say my name 

If you ain't  playing games (KRWND SOTTO)

KING... Show them why you earned that title!

A muted silent melody
A vacant chained cage
The loveless poet awaits a remedy
With muted silent rage
We wander around an essence
Clinging to broken loveless pleasures
In hope one accepts our presence
We wander still a muted treasure
A loveless poet's soul dances to a blank tune

Looking for loves elixir, our eyes catch a mind
With steps of silence under a muted moon
Once loveless, our soul dances for the love we find.

A world without love is like
Walking through days with no driving force

On a crowded path with faceless, nameless people

Surrounded by leafless trees and colorless flowers with no scent

Birds that don't sing and wind that stands still

Daytime and nighttime refusing to give way for each other

Neither is there summer nor winter

No word like friend or foe as there are no interaction

Everyone appears to be just shadows to one another

Music is unknown and stories never existed

Words aren't needed and emotions are alien

We might not even know when death strikes

Death isn't feared nor revered

A world without love is an endless cycle of depreciation

The dark holds no fear of beasts nor the light ecstasy of angels

We all move, totally blind and deaf to all

A hopeless cause to one another

We merely exist in a world with no emotion

But, with love, comes an infusion of euphoria

With love, also, comes hate

But, at least, us loveless poets all feel something