I am The Poet's Anthem chain
That Prozac Haterz Crack started
I am the voice written transferred from her skull
The ink that pours from her pen
Whether conceptually stable or emotionally departed
I am the Chant that Roxie Added
Who spoke on single mothers and drunken thoughts
Elections, crack babies and
The survival of the mentally distraught
Ruby Red wrote me
When scribed was her autobiography
Filled with troubles and many a child witnessed
All through life been through turmoil and stress
Now asking, and repenting, in need of Forgiveness
It is me that Rayve jots
When she writes to forget
Wanting to help troubled teens
As she, in her mind, Creates Scenes
Telling Stories as what she is...A Poet
It is I that is the Canticle
Made up of the "Words of a Misguided Soul" ASympl3Diamond
Hiding behind shades, no mask
Suicidal cognitions being fought
No joy, just pain
As eyes bleed tears and the heart weeps
I am what's filled with Additives
As TonySouthern spits Nouns, Verbs, and Adjectives
Chasing his manhood like so many before him
But less after
I am what comes from his mind
When he teaches and preaches
What is and what is not, in life, hard to find
The Melody the tree used to breathe with the breeze was me
RoyalT described me perfectly
Now going unheard as I have been carried away
By children that, unknowing, play
And birds that disappeared one winter's day
Allowing me to be open to express nature's heartache
I, no longer warmed but the sun's bright yellow rays
My name is Paean
Exactly what Always.Catalina spoke
When asked why does she do it, and why can't she stop
But knowing she writes for those struggling and loved ones lost
She speaks for those addicts and family, who for them, have fought
For those who seem to linger in the storm
And those who are blind because of tears in their eyes, they simply mourn
I have to continue with her song because I am deep
She sings me for the ladies who, in strip clubs, may have to do deeds
Rather than do "deeds" in the street
Even though she and Peeps are not ok
I, The Anthem, am Intoned for the survival of thee and all their extrodinary feats
And last but not least
To help others out there even when one can't help themselves
But so committed to the solution that into poetry write they delve
I am the Rhythmical Literary Piece
That XPERIENCE writes to release
To her survival, I am the key
It is me that Metaphorically Speaks
That she is the Simile
The rose grown from the concrete
As he introduces himself as Styles C
What defines he
Is me, The Balladry also known as Poesy
It's I that infects his Speech
When his "Pen Peaks" he chalks me to paper freely
About whatever is felt, heard, or seen
Just so that he is at peace and serene
KiNg-Go0B3r's Soul leaks
All over paper for homies lost in the streets
Demons chased them down and claimed them with gun play
But I, the Quill that Inscribes Sonnets
Keeps his mind from completely falling into dismay
And his mother, bless her, helped him make it out the ghetto unharmed and okay
So now he feels he has a reason to pick me up to Spill Rhymes to a Blank Sheet
Feeling a little cocky as what he thinks I throw up on each Moiety
When beaten and abused
Da RiDdLeR F0rT had Graffitti and me, which is Verse
When his fingers were able to Draw and Correspond a life that was cursed
Living with one who turned a blind eye to another who led a double life
Hypocritcal were all actions and professional, outside the home, was the guise
Had all believing in lies and pushing aside the child's cries
Making him feel atheistic, definitely turning him into a skeptic
Because religion is what was used to justify the unblood coward's cynical spirit
I am the Eclectic Limerick One wrote
Part Thirteen
The lifetime that lingers
The being that bleeds
And the hypodermic needle pricking type feelings
The Highly Expressive Composition
The Imagery in Exposition
I am "Never...JUST...Poetry"
As quoted by Disorientatedly Diva-Esque JOKEtte has expressed
I am the Versifications which all Poets Formulate
When reality is too hard to grasp and too much to face
It is me that keep the insane sane
Makes ideas profound when they at first seemed inane
If one may feel weak, I make them strong
I right that which is wrong
Even if it's just in the Wordsmith's brain
When underestimated and some misunderstand
I exaggerate and overstate so that one can comprehend
My job is never done
Whether I am full of distress or jokes, laughter and fun
As we speak
I am the reason Peeps no longer weeps
I am helping her get over a broken heart
I have pushed back "Just let me die" thoughts
I have overcome her depression
I have beat down the abjection
And built up her ambition and delectation
I am what keeps her moving right now
Even though she is Torn Between Worlds
Trapped in mental prisons, unable to get out
I am The Anthem of Poets
The Song for the people
The Hymn written by Balladists
That makes all, no matter what level they are on, equal
Diva-Esque was right, I am Universal
I am the reason one shouts
The rationale for one to listen
I am everything plus
The grounds for everyone to shut the **** up
And then some
And nothing but
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