Origin Of The Poet

Once a upon of time I hated everyone, I didn't

Talk at all. I felt like a God of war battling myself

Internally, drowning in a sea of grief where Lucy

Started following me. You could see it on my 

Face, nothing but hate and anger. I made so

Many strangers avoid engaging me with

Conversation, people thought I was crazy. 

Maybe I was deranged, I flipped out in class

On people who was undeserving of the malevolence.

 

After many more events I met Tina Moore in 

This state of rage, she saw my behavioral

Issues. She didn't see a tyrant she saw a gentle

Giant that's fighting the insecurities and the hidden

Misery that was buried deep in my heart. Ms. Moore

Made me find myself in the art of poetry, I could finally

Live again without aggression. I feel saved from the

Malevolent wave, now I am the poet you see today.

 
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allets's picture

Bravo

For conquering your anger - I had to and on occasion have to tamp mine down - poetry is a great way to say. To speak from the head, how the eyes see, how to make music out of it all. I poet is a verb ~(: o)- Allets

 

p.s. great grammar and spelling - aces - a win!