Heyo it's me,
Just little Willy,
Who's making an entrance and saying sorry,
Cause I left,
And I'm so blessed,
People like my poetry so I'm driven to what's next,
Making a new elaborate move so let's,
See what I can do breathe what I can breathe,
I'm back on a poetic move ride my words follow my lead,
My word is my blade and it's sharper unsheathed,
Guess who's back and it's me,
How was it without me?
I remember being younger then said I can be anything,
An astronaut, a scientest, maybe even a King,
Even the slightest history can change anything,
I'm a poet this I am,
Where roses are red,
Violets can be blue,
Creativity is unmatched,
And if you think it's lame,
Find something else to do,
Poetry is my art, my passion, my joy,
And art isn't something you tinker and toy,
Stop thinking illogical,
We're discoverers, firsts like the next Aristotle,
A hit on the head makes a ping from a bottle,
I'm back to create, recreate and speak my mind,
Back to lay my philosophical words on the line,
I'm like a bomb tic tic tic and then boom,
Go outside gaze at the stars a bit then go to my room,
I'm sweeping out the haters in my life with the end of a broom,
Inspire some people pluck them out like mushrooms,
I'm back,
Like the bacteria consuming the Earth,
Taking form of creatures giving them each separate value and worth,
I'm back,
Like a terrible scheme by Tom commiting upon Jerry,
I'm back,
Like the dark voices filling our heads,
Feeling our brains leak from the blood that we bled,
I'm back,
Like the chronological pain,
Driving people insane,
Til they jump and realize it's not a game,
I'm back,
Like the shame of a memory,
That constantly keeps getting me,
And I'm frowning cause it's so embarrassing,
I'm back,
And it's not truth that I lack,
I was in a dark place, but I'm not heading back,
It's a fact,
I found a purpose and I hear the loud smack of a clap,
It'll be y'all my time I will spend,
I'm back again,
And I swear that I love you,
I'm sorry I've been keeping myself from you,
I'm reentering hardrive,
And I'm wired taking treatments slowly molding my mind,
Back into complexivity,
The bad words are no longer getting to me,
I'm trapped in my mind so many things I could've said haven't been unloaded for a long time,
But now...Now the time is mine,
Unleash your words let them all shine,
You've been searching for each one of your times,
To attack,
Everyone just know,
I'm back.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
