The Destruction 001

It all started from learning from anything that breathes,

my black kitty, neighbors puppy,primary school textbooks, 

I'm just this wannabe beast!

I stooped so low to hear from you, hype you more with words like boss

              I read from the books of faith;

 the story of a man who got crushed on a cross.

I walked from lines to lines, reading from Chinua to Billy to Alberto

I read cooked lines, the saucy ones 

and also the ones that needs little tomato.

I talked to friends about becoming a poet;

I remember the laughter

 that foamed on his chilled beer.

I raised the flag like a wounded soldier 

Just to get a recognition.

I keep reading books of hope,faith and 

also beliefs maybe as a fire to my ignition.

I poured the bunch up feelings in an hotplate 

then use Internet as my electric spark

I wanted to master all trade,

 forgotten I wasn't great just another jerk.

I visited the dried land of drought with black pen

 telling you all a broke story

But how could you see the pictures I painted 

when it reliefs you like a hole of glory.

I mourned the deceased faith in me with dirges 

and sometimes a dark poem

what y'all see is the twist of tongues and maybe

 how well I'm getting related to my Pen.

I dyed my affection for Human to ashes color

 and sometimes a hint of black too

Killed the last believe I had in tomorrow 

with toxic wine then hit it with a black cue

I write about the beauty of the sea,

the crimson light and the azure sky;

while cuddling drenched feelings and 

cups of contents that makes me fly.

I talked to ghosts in the street about;

 how easy they felt down there

You think its normal since I choose to act strange

 and sometimes i also act so weird.

I gave the last pieces of faith I had in me

 to puppy to soothe his cries

What is the essence of keeping something that 

can't give you a chance despite your tries?

I wanted to be known, I wanted the fame was the silly thought

 that lured me in,

now I'm influential, a living legend,a rising star,

 but would that kill the sadness I bottled in?

I lost myself to the pictures I was trying to paint 

Just for you to see how better I can be

I mounted the shapes hill

with aching believe of reaching the Steep.

I fell like the yellow leaf in an autumn shower

Now I'm broken like a gourd

And my wishes flew out like butterfly

I died before I was known.

This is the beginning of my destruction story....

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