My poem
I ripped out the pages,
Ignite on my books.
Hold a pen full of blaze
For i hold a pen full of blaze,
Touches the book of flare.
As the words emerge holler in ache,
To be heard.
For i prayed to the good lord to reach the people heart,
But i failed.
As the time endured,
I changed my design.
Eagerly trying to know my self,
What I'm.
Trying to put all the thoughts found on the center of earth.
Reminiscing the beauty of emerald,
For i was awake till the dawn,
As the paper turned to ashes.
In search of words,
To inspire people.
As time goes on,
For i prayed to the good lord,
For inspiration.
So, i pulled the verses from bible,
Until inspiration blaze,
Hoping other can hear what i said.
Thought that cannot carry the thoughts upon my shoulder,
Desperately wanted to burst it out ,
So, i did it.
Hoping others can hear,
Others can hear what i said .
Still i endured to hold a pen,
Full of blaze,
An write a ignite poems,
In my book of flare,
To reach the people heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Taciturn Words I Bleed
AcakHe bleeds taciturn words. He hold's a pen full of blaze and a book of flares. He writes , to escape reality. He lived in two different world. He breathe with the nature. He don't speaks much . He speaks through writing. For he bleeds theTaciturn wor...
