I am a poet:
a living, breathing embodiment
of thoughts and affirmations
I so diligently and passionately
sprawl on to paper,
I have oceans
running through my veins,
and stars and galaxies
flickering in my eyes,
I drown in the tears I weep
and flourish in those of joy,
I have love
beaming from the deepest pits
of my soul,
and simmering in my blood,
and I soundly revel
in the euphoric, fervent feeling
from giving it,
from receiving it,
I am a poet—
a train of thoughts,
travelling on an unending rail,
the product
of the words I write.
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
