'DELICATE' is the fourth Anthology by an author known by the pen name of Kieth, released on March 14, 2024. 'DELICATE' consists of 25 poems. This anthology focuses on storytelling and also what other people's perspectives might be. It debuted with 7...
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I've been bleeding my ink for a long time Riding a viking, taking my time The imagery I built with words that rhyme The world that I've built but also destroyed everytime
Inks that bled from within me like blood The pen that's filled with rage becoming a lightning rod Every page filled with prayers to god The book containing all the goods and bads
I do it every time I experience Difficult things against this person that is resilient They do it to me everytime, giving me experience I have had enough, I'm already resilient
It went from one to another Adding one every time I meet another It's getting tiring for some and others I'd just write a poem containing my feelings towards other
I survived a lot of great war using my own hands People now and then steals a glance I love the admiration of these fans But I hate the exposure from lustful eyes
I've made them feel good using the powerful words Giving them the brightest rays and lightest words But once they leave after they saw the words I get the sense, I've been betrayed by my own world
I'm jealous, I envy people I write poems about How good it is that you're what a poem is about Screaming from within, Not even knowing what it's about How bad will things go, I let myself wander about
The silence while writing a poem Indicating the chaos and rage that isn't needed The loudness of the words in a poem Provided the silence that the poet needed
I was wondering when will I speak this rather than write it I want everyone to know that I'm going through it Using the resilience I managed to create bit by bit Passed through it, My heart is once again lit
All thanks to the ink and pen giving me free will It's now my dream to have a book and quill Once I have it, It will feel like I really have free will I will carry it throughout the great war, I will
In one poem, I once vowed I want to speak it publicly, Receiving an applause Each poem that pulled me out of the dawn After I speak, I'll take a bow
Thinking the success I might have Doing all these things, Doing the things I love Makes me wonder about all of those I loved How will it feel for them being the topic of something I love
It all sounds great Going through the battle that is so great Until it does not sound so great Because of the steps I had to take to be this great
I'm not tired of bleeding But rather tired of hoping If somewhere in the future someone will be bleeding To prove that I don't always have to be the one giving
I am here to vow again To never stop bleeding Doing this can be healing Because it's the cause of me bleeding
But if I ever break this vow I wonder if that will happen while I'm aching raw Wandering if I'll ever break my own law Because of everything I saw
How nice it is to be the person in a poem Before I end writing a poem And quit being a poet I want to be a poem
I entered this realm Each pen is made up of gem For once, I would like to be the poem And not the poet
