On Why I Excel In Poetry

ON WHY I EXCEL IN POETRY.

No longer be shamed to publish thoughts
Im 400 poems strong and counting up
call me David I spill my heart wid d pen
I have little friends.
Not fit for thisworld nor the madhouse.
 I escaped my sentence.

I really belong on the streets disregarded
always locked inside myself.
I live in the innerworld lost to space and time.
I find my own ideas more interesting
than anything I could ever read
Im preoccupied with my own thoughts.
Thats the way I am. Thats the way I always
was.Thats how I always will be.
 I do not change. I AM.

Mythical_Poet


I wish this calling would leave me
alone. Maybe then I would have more
friends. Maybe I wouldn't be this way.
Maybe then I would be more social.

I feel I dont belong anywhere.



The hardest part of writing is starting.
Start! The rest will fall together.


I really dont understand myself
so I must write until I do.

Mythical_Poet