Scarves Rings and Lipstick

Real: Existent, Genuine, True

Some people have real problems
Real emotions and hardships
They do a good job of hiding them
Open wounds and battlescars
Evidence of the continuous fight with a life of strife
They don daper shirts and pretty skirts
Wide smiles and hazy eyes
I can only imagine
I can only marvel at their strength
I can only pray that on the day such problems come my way I will bear the weight with a smile to offer

Some writers are real writers
They tell stories that matter
Capture hearts by weaving consonants and vowels in a crafty web
Ignite flames to open minds so bright
They compel you to watch til the ranging fire ebs
I too endeavor to be great at what I do
But fall short of inspiration when I recall there isnt anything new under the sun
I wish I was the chosen one
Speaker for the full tombs
Voice of the decaying age
Whisperer to the bulging wombs
A visionary who sees the colour of white and paints a picture so clear you can see it too
And see right through

Some poets are real poets
They lack nothing in bringing a sinner to his knees
Open cages built in minds
Keeping in mind the cage around wild hearts
They are the drummers that make the pace
Beating words faster and faster and faster
Louder and louder and louder
Causing blood to thump in its veins
An erratic reaction words cant truly explain
A cresendo
Until a shrill cry sounds in the background
And finally the climax
They leave a trail of tingling fingers and ragged breath
Wet eyes and dry mouths

Words I hope one day will escape my own mouth