The adrenaline that flushes the mind of the negativity
Two-way stimulations creating frustrations
Investing air chemistry stimulations
It’s what I’m prone to
Feining to belong; to be alone
With me
My pen and my words
You may not want to hear
But I will be heard
The word’s drama is a deadly disease
Forget the haters when you trying to please
Killing them with your smile and heart
Stay out the poetry realm trying to tear things apart
Frustrated minds that blows a vessel
Heated words of explosion causes the tongue to lash
But my thoughts robs the page of ink that clears my mind…
My head spins
Awaken by my crying
You see this is my therapy line
My go- to spot of comfort through my poetry lines
Calming me in the middle of the mess I’m in
Not denying the simple fact that my thoughts sometimes turn into ash
Just a creature God created
Not to be nobody else but me
Not a soul of a human-being should be imitated
I breathe life into the comfort of my words
It’s how I feel
What I speak
To take out what’s hidden
Only to seek
Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers
I can’t have enough of it.
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