No love lost

I seek no reason to be a poet, 
my soul is fluent in emotion.
My pen follows it's flow,
each letter lets the novice grow.
Heads or tail ,succeed or fail  
clear statement, I don't care! 
My soul is an artist,as i clean the closet,
it paints each picture,doubtful thoughts,
the silent killer! 
To many i am anonymous,  
yet my poetry is imprinted with confidence 
no love lost is only common sense.

Author's Note

Do what you love, love what you do!

Reviews

[Karen]

I love the idea of the poet with a soul of an artist who cleans the closet! Everyone carries skeletons in their closets and yet the poet can clean them out through her or his art, perhaps not through outright confession, but through unconditional expression. I know I've shared quite a few things from my closet in my poetry though no one has really called me out on any of it (lol) perhaps for fear of accusing the poet of acting like the poem's narrator, or perhaps because the poetry reflects their own closet monsters. This is a great reflective poem, and never apologize for being who you are... skeletons and all!

[Will]

Nice, quick write. Any writer can relate. Well done

[jamal]

Thanks i wanted to make it short and sweet and straight to the point :)

[Empty Spaces]

true

[jamal]

Thank you :)

[Frieda P]

Your reason for being a poet is in your write, to express yourself, and you did it quite nicely...poetry is art in 'movemet'.

[jamal]

it's true the reason is in the poem but also i do because it's part of mine like any other bodypart. Thank you for takeing the to read and review Frieda :)

[Sir Jaykom]

I'm a fan this piece> i like the style and content. Very short and speaks volume.

[jamal]

Thank you man, im happy you like it and thanks for takeing the time read and review :)