My poems are thoughts
That come from my mind
Some of them dirty
Some can be kind
I can write fiction
Or even the truth
My sexual poems
Go through the roof
Sometimes you won't like
The things that you read
That is your right
Your opinion indeed
So I'll leave you this message
So you know that I'm real
I'll write what I like
I'll say what I feel
Your feedback helps mort understand what's working
Genuine chatty man... Kik - madmorts
I write for the sheer joy of expressing myself. A palette of words to paint a thought. A feast for your palate adventures have brought. To have you cry with me. Or share in my laughter.
Hand me my pencil, let me write. Forget the pad and phone. Scribble down some words tonight. And make them all your own. Write a poem to a lover. A story or an ode. As long as someone or another.
Flow. Like the sea and the sand and a pen in my hand, Flow. Like the stars and the moon lighting up the gloom, Flow. I hope these words never stop else I think I will pop, Flow.
I'm here to write. Something from the heart. The words must be perfect. Writing is an art. I'm here to write. And learn from others. To get inspiration from you all. Kids, dads, or mothers.
It's placing ones all With pen onto paper Airing your thoughts For lovers and haters It can be escapism When pain plays a role Writing it out Cleansing the soul Exorcizing the demons That reside...
So apparently I need to learn to rhyme, So what if I can't it's not a crime, Maybe I need to go back to school, Then over lyrical perfection I can drool, Or maybe I just write what I feel, That way...
So much to say, So little time, Express it all, With simple rhyme. Or make it new, By Flaunting Style, Top it off, With a little smile.
A picture's worth a thousand words Or so I've heard them say, But I've never seen a picture do what words can anyway.
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