I hate writing poetry but I'm addicted you see,
revealing what I think and what I feel inside me.
Its gotten so bad, I awake in the night,
in search of my pen where I begin to write.

Sometimes I write lines and just throw them aside,
surprised by the thoughts that I hold deep inside.
Surprised by the hours that take up my time,
and why I write with this rythme that people call rhyme.

I hate the very idea of writing things down,
knowing darn well what I write will be found.
Knowing in advance there's no way to conceal,
my dreams, thoughts and passions that fight to be real.

But what am I to do, I'm addicted you see,
yet I hate writing poetry for the world now to see.
Have you ever felt this way, do you really want to write,
or is your hand just suddenly moving from the inner force inside?

I know I can't be the only one to ever feel this way,
addicted to a thing I hate that drives me everyday.
I'll forgive myself for writing me, revealing me to me,
but the truth is that I really hate that I write poetry.

Peace

Yo, if you see my Muse tell 'em I said, that your Muse better give me my money!

Oh, I loved the peace!

this is deep, kenyatta. tight, tight flow, and I'm way comprehendin your message

Driven to write, your words drive that point right home.

the release of the flow...the power of knowledge..to spread it..can't help but feel it...just got to let it flow..and embrace the poem
feeling you'nice indeed
peace
BlueWater:heart:

a deep well pose'd scribe poet

l definitely feel you...

tyte piece!!
jh

man this was seriously on point!
one love
khasm

I am thinking these words are speaking to me, Kenyatta. Especially at night when you wake up and just have to write your words down. Luv it!!

I can feel U with this, but brother, I love that U do.

Keep bringin' 'em.

:wink: I like your poem, I like your style so let's sit down and talk for awhile,
you wake up at night with pen in your hand, but no, no, nobody understands...
that your head is filled with the lyrics you write, while visions of gatherness seems
far from this flight.
But...hold on to your pen and let your light shine, and eventually hope that we all
will find...that somebodys poem made a difference in life, and that someone can
make their "wrong...right"
do you...and keep on...keeping on.


:toast: queentswana

the passion... you love to hate and hate to love...
it's a thin line but...my love for it wins everytime
I'm relating...completely
love the flow!

Poetry. Can't live with it. Can't live without it.

I used to feel mentally dominated by poetic thoughts, but now I just observe them like a bystander.

I'm sure that deep down inside, you really do love poetry and you'd feel empty (and naked) without it.

Peace,
Ebele.

You speak for the one and you speak for the many.
Our doubts about this passion sometime evades me.
But I have been doing it so long to discontinue to me
would be wrong.
I write when I am happy, sad or just mad...when I am
thinking of love I have lost and love I have had!
I think that I am spinning a wheel going nowhere and
creating nothing...and then as this passion inside takes
a hold...what I see what unfolds , how it speaks to each
soul! The thoughts of one can be the thoughts of the many!
*Working on that piece, and go read Poetry is my Passion
I wrote a year or so ago and then read Poetry is like Worship!
Blessings On Your House!
"How do you know you are a true poet/writer, when you can
do nothing else!!!!!!!!!!!!"-BJS

wow
i like this so much

"understood" is an UNDERSTATEMENT
write on my brotha...:)

I know about the just writing a line and then tossing it aside...it's like that one line is stuck in your head for some reason and you can't get it out and it sits there, just a line! and you're like what in the world! LOL I was feeling this piece for real. much love to you!