Poetic Perception

May 12, 2010
By Anonymous

My way to get my mind straight.
Blood pressure stay risin like the crime rate.
My mind’s blank
Jus like the stares that they giving me.
They pretend to see
But what they see isn’t even me.
My poetry creates an allusion
Similar to a sheath around me creating confusion.
So I lose them,
And they get lost in my words
Because to them it sounds like sounds from the heavenly birds.



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