I'm Lying to the World... What Else Would a Storyteller Be?

I'm Lying to the World... What Else Would a Storyteller Be?

A Poem by Charles R. Ciminokii

Writing you should read if you write fiction


 I’m running to the well

And I jumped right in
But there is the chance
I’m to the world…
But what else would
A story teller be?
I once met this boy
I told him to not
Let this get you down buddy,
You just sit here
And stand your ground
One day you’ll find your soul
In the lost and found
That one was my granddad
He told me that
When he saw the talers tongue in me…
I lost my friends in
A car wreck last year
No, I lost my friends
When my thoughts
Wrecked into the wall
My stories have became
To big
For a man this small
The list will go on
Of the stories I can tell
I will let you down
With a tale that is too tall
But I can say you won’t frown
When I tell you what you
Want me to tell.

© 2009 Charles R. Ciminokii

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Added on February 17, 2009
Last Updated on February 17, 2009


Charles R. Ciminokii
Charles R. Ciminokii

I sleep on park benches in, KY

Who am I? Well thats a story within its self to be honest with you. Who I am isn't truly as important as to what I want to do, correct? I am an aspiring renaissance man in which I am not just a writer.. more..