False.

No,
I am above you.
I shine brighter, more willing
More talent coursing though my veins
Creativity eroding me
Into ashes flying through
Fictional places, beautiful scenes
Catching myself only to breathe
Moving my hands always
Pen to paper, fingers to keys
Musical clicking,
Painting words on a screen
Years and years this is all I've known
The only way to escape your world
Your - Linear thinking,
Your - Rambling poems,
Using words beyond your vocabulary
To enhance your reputation
You
Stupid
B***h
Back the f**k off.
Poetry is not stardom
It is freedom
Talent not rent to own
It is my home
You will not welcome yourself in -
I have more skill in my pinky,
Than you do in your whole being.

Reviews

[Una Xoto]

Wow...a very potent & poetic way to say F**k you. The Pen is the poets sword & I believe you slayed your intended target. Nicely done.

[Samantha Ashley*]

I like it nice job! Especially the name calling part!