Poem by: BTs_cares (Rappidkhid)
Topic: Flows Of A Poetaster
I felt the explicit ink dancing round my slippery hands_
Flows coming on, not in a shape of horns,
Am dazed when the ball of my pen start crafting on
But the heroic brain Just had to move on...
Weather in writing, thinking or thought
I just gat to scrabble it down into a writing.
Tell me the lines Once again!
Is it a long verse or a short one?
Well I think it doesn't matter anymore.
Since when I've got my ink in a dance
My spirit just felt like am more than a Poetaster
I've got to think big!
I've got to think deep!
This privilege have got, doesn't last forever
Got my shoulders on
Got my head straight on
That I am more than a "POETASTER".