As I bleed my art to this canvas I release my deepest emotions.
I bring them to life in the form of words and metaphors, Similes and personification.
My Masterpieces are unique, no duplicate, no imitations.
My genius Brings upon Intimidation to my readers.
I baffle the minds of these two dimensional humans.
I enlighten them with this canvas of my scarlet red stanzas.
Expressing my superiority with the complex attributes found within my poetry, piercing your intellect.
Even with all this confidence in my work, I am still not perfect.
force feeding the masses with my scribblings of insanity.
enticing them with my ludicrous compositions as if i can save them.
I to am lost, unable to show my love, unable to find my way to zion.
swallowed by the evils of this world even though i have a bright outlook on life.
taking all these negatives in strife, just to show a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was intimidated, until you confessed your imperfection. :) Thanks, good work!
thanks, im actually still editing it. im happy you liked it: ]