I wrote what came. I have decided to focus even more on my writing. |
Finally I have a sense of direction put forth I look up to the sky, a kiss A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth. The arts, the expression of one's self Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf. Self-expression is the way for my happiness As I suffer from constant change of natural perception And one day I plan to be at peace with my reality A sense of belonging; a reception Of who I am and what I have to offer. Finally I have a sense of direction put forth I look up to the sky, a kiss A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth. The arts, the expression of one's self Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf. The tongue beat of a poet's rhythm The clickity clack of the musical keyboard The duckity dack of self-expression Is my music to the world. I pray that the masses nod their head to the beat My beat put forth on the white page of paper Who would of thought I would attempt to be a modern day Shakespeare When I make math teachers revere Finally I have a sense of direction put forth I look up to the sky, a kiss A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth. The arts, the expression of one's self Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf. The fluidity pulsating push of the dancer Is expressed through the words of pieces of paper The bruising beat boxing of the rapper Expressed through words, languages, embedded on pieces of paper. Finally I have a sense of direction put forth I look up to the sky, a kiss A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth. The arts, the expression of one's self Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf. May the day Come of blissful joy Bringing bobs of heads Through the fluidity of words Notoriously I will be working Diligently To bring my words, spread, and towards A day of deep self-proclamation. |