I bleed ink and breathe metaphors;

Snort words like cocaine and mainline verbs;

I fiend for paper like a convict for pussy;

I move for no man but an ink pen can push me;

I cry in ultraviolet and sweat in ball point;

Inhale artistry like daVinci rolled a joint;

When I blink I see letters; and when I’m asleep

I wet-dream about lyrical seductions stroking me deep;

I live on pages both digital and loose-leaf blue-lined;

My reality is a notebook and an altered state of mind;

Rhyme-tatted to the bone with adjectives and nouns;

I’m free in these bars; unchained, and double-bound;

I’m covered in ink stains;

Have expressions in my veins;

Melody in my brains;

Spend vocabulary like change;

I see what you won’t;

Create what you don’t;

Wear my lexicon for clothes;

Naked under my prose;

I’m strung out with conviction.

I shoot up without contrition;

Life is my affliction;

                                                                        Poetry? My addiction.

*Found this and i absolutely love it*

 a. Williams 2011 copyright Goddess, Inc.

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