Can You See ME?
When I scribe from my core with my
did you yield to actually breathe in the substances,
and get lit off the read?
Or did you take a little sniff of my scented prose
not realizing the intellectual side of me
was design for you to slowly peruse,
while another script is conceived
in hopes you’d receive...
a contact high; via reading comprehension?
Persuaded by multicolored thoughts
eruption of the mind~
I tend to go cognitively blind,
because, I need a clean canvas to create
only to delete the design of my ending
just to repeat the feeling of ecstasy
exuding from my pen, when reaching its...
( stroke-coaxed climax.)
Read from the alpha to the omega of me
and soak up every nuance in-between.
Watch blurred reflections come into focus
framing my words with a face.
There’s no way you can profess to know
the profundity of my quill with its complex-font,
without seeing the crux of my identity.
I’m writing from my soul and musing from the heart
tossing emotions and expressions to the wind
commence to press (send)
hoping the content of my character doesn’t disappear
in indigo blue hues of absent reality,
leaving me wondering
if you truly saw me
or did you just see….