I am a verbal possibility,
The new poetic Socrates.
Spreading wisdom through my words,
Pen sailing across paper with expertise.
I am the verbal manifestation,
providing you with a point of view.
Never giving into old,
presenting you with something new.
I am the verbal ocean blue,
drowning you with my words.
Filling your head with images,
flying freely as the birds.
I am the verbal village idiot,
Making you laugh with tales of whimsy
Barely making a lick of sense,
my explanations are oh so flimsy.
I am Verbal Virginity,
Popping the cherry of rhyme,
cascading through life slowly,
changing and adapting along with time.
amazing
amazingly written, crafted, creative, and full of imagery. this piece deserves to be published.
Thank you! Alas its hard to
Thank you! Alas its hard to get published *sigh*