A WRITERS CONFESSION

HEART FELT

let me put word on paper tonight

let me be rude, i wana fight.

i wana dream of wat i write

i need to see inorder to be right.

i write of empty souls feeding on lives.

of stories reality shadows as lies.

i write of the intencecity of life

the rumours of a deadly knife.

i seek persistance wen i write.

tollarance with my stride.

i am a writer i confess

i write of lies that could infect your truth

i write of pain that can gain your trust

of infedality known to be lust

i dance with my words, they are my very being

they are my drugs, i am a fein

i cannot even begin to write what we have seen

the characters we have taken, the many poeple i have been

hide in my mind let me educate you

learn the thoughts of a soldiar hand made too soon

i am a soul, but i dont stand alone

my words stand with me on my throne

listen to me, i shall not speak again

what i fear u need to understand is no joke

see them die one by one, all these souless folk

but i will stand over their lifeless bodies in the end 

my words will only than perish like sand

listen to the silence in the night

dream with aknolegement to the lost souls that fight.

they are known to you in the death of light..

remember my words.. when its blind, it has lost sight

Author's Note

Let me kno wat you think

Reviews

[kris reed]

The flow and beat of your poem is great; it tumbles but stands strong. A few spelling errors, but still a great read. Great job!

[Sami Khalil]

"i am a writer i confess

i write of lies that could infect your truth

i write of pain that can gain your trust

of infedality known to be lust

i dance with my words, they are my very being

they are my drugs, i am a fein

i cannot even begin to write what we have seen

the characters we have taken, the many poeple i have been"

Thank you for sharing this wonderful write...Bravo