The transfusion
caused the
cardiac arrest..2
cuff my lyriks
To my jugular
Around my neck
pumping
prolific
verbs
To no end..
Gradually
Dripping dark Red
Dictions decomposition
From my pen to
composition
Books
Binding bodies
.. as
if my bloodstream
Was low on ink
And inspiration is
another entity…
Within itself…
This rare blood type
L
M
N
O
Parasitic Poisoning Poetry…..
Paralyzing Progressive Pausing
^_____^______^^^________^___^^
Prose…Pregnant Poses
Pulling Poe’s Persona Prank Parody’s…
I inherited
gallant hemoglobin
so thick
with alliteration
Red blood cells
Alphabets
S
P
I
L
L
E
D
on the ER’s floor…
they couldn’t find my
blood type!!!
No transfusion
for the Poet in me.
Singular in fluid movement
Injected Words in my vessel…
Poetry runs through my veins..
Feeds my Lyrikal Soul
Heals my bleeding wounds…
I can only fuse with poets that
Have the same blood type…..
L:iterary
M:acabre
N:otoriously
O:mniscience
P:oetry!
This was cold ma!!! i really digged this piece... at first when the music cued i was a lil thrown off but i'm really lovin this. VERY HOT write... " Red blood cells Alphabets spilled...on the ER’s floor…they couldn’t find my
blood type!!! No transfusion for the Poet in me. " Just SICK! WHAT!? okay i see you
Damn! ouch! this hit me like a ton of friggin bricks! Im a bit late on it but i'm glad I peeped this. I always love the alliteration thats my thing lol. This was creativity at its best for real excellent scribe madam. - T.I.D.
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