READ THE WRITER, PITY THE POET(ONE LINERS)

1)Before I read a poetry, I write One

Before I read another , I become one.

2) Am I a poet or am In depression?

Am I writer or am I warrior?

Am I a procrastinator or am I an entertainer?

Am I a human or just a loner who is desperate to love?

3) why do I feel like cutting my causes

And becoming the causality instead?

Why do I dance when I feel like dying,

Is my soul spirited with contemporary contempt to distract me from my gradual demise?

4) I scratch proses in my head,

But when I scratch them on paper

They turn to become POETRIES,

of Extreme idiotic confession ,

all written in Obsession.

5) I was born without teeth,

But when I grew , I lost some of them progressively,

So I couldn't cut Or confess ,

That I only write for my regrets.

6) I didn't mean to hurt you ever,

All I meant was to burn you,

With my words and verses,

As I couldn't fix you, instead.

7) I banged my head on the desk,

Where you kept your specs that see nothing,

Except my insane sentimental monologue that I often express,

As I often forget, that you are so subtle with everything you address,

My bad, My bad, I pardon, I regret,

As I back , nonetheless.

Leeza

THE POET OF DEATH