if you can understand the pressure of my pen
blotting away in your mind
the transaction between my lips, pen and your eyes
will forever be in union a threesome of confusion
never have to write for the view of others
the writer in me know's who I am what I am
no need to be outlandish and beg for views
the sight of my words will leave you inspired or confused
Starting to get the hang of this rhyming
but, I've never been the rhyming type always wrote in code
so the reader can revisit my words twice
to figure out the full meaning
first was known as the Queen of Twisted writes
now I'm sinking into my comfort zone no need for advice of my style
your recongnition of my hype, to me is rather amusing and silenced
in the corner of my mind I've settled my pen in this fight
for your pen wars of whose the best and then some
I blow ink across the sky and sprinkle my bliss across your eyes tempting and surprise
who am I a backseat hitter a mask blown from a dark thunder of nowhere
a smack across your eyes have you wondering what hit you
this pen of mine is so twisted that your third eye just might miss it
not looking for blood or a genuine hug, or someone to boost my poetic-self-esteem
just writing what I live and go with the flow
if you could understand the pressure of my pen
then your mouth wouldn't be wide open right now

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