When I sleep I do not speak because to slumber is to die.
When I hide behind my eyes I do not know I just realize.
When I change the world you'll know it because my flow will rearrange.
When I get deranged ill hide it because my rivers bound to change.
Don't know what the worth of the world is because there's no price tag on existence.
Won't show that resistance is insistent because we're all just reminiscent of our worth.
We end in curses, there's no cursive or precursors of fate just restitution for institutions that are lining in our wake.
If to slumber is to die then I realize we are impatiently immortal.
Where's the portal to your eyes? Is it hidden for forbidden fruits would maybe not dilute.
I cannot shoot, my hand on the trigger yet my trigger finger lingers around these words.
I'm a wordsmith I make this up.
Then what's worst is, I cannot make this up.
Then what's worth if I can't wake up?
Take up arms against me for your feet are soon to shatter.
If in two words you saw me it would be that of the mad hatter.
Hazmat, wipe your eyes at the door.
I implore you to explore.
The flow of this kind of reminds me of a rap. Have you ever tried writing rap? You could be pretty good xD. Especially because you're good at rhyme. Like NiXiT I really like the "Don't know what the worth of the world is because there's no price tag on existence." You don't seem to sugarcoat things or try to turn them into something that they're not. Often poets get too wrapped up in metaphor when some of the greatest lines are without it ;). I also like that you call yourself a wordsmith, that's totally cool xD
Thank you. I really like the term wordsmith. You can use it if you want. It works in normal conversation too, not just poems.
Go to a fancy dinner party with cocktails and those little weiners (you know the dog kind that fancy women carry around in their purses).
Anyway you bring up that you're a wordsmith and you're making over a hundred thousand a year... people will be really impressed and none the wiser that you're talking about one hundred thousand words and not dollars...
but seriously thank you. If you want to read one that you can rap if you wish, read "I'm like neo but more of a poet" in which I explain how I would much rather be called a poet that a rapper because I am much to weird to be blaired out the windows of a moving vehicle. Well I guess I don't explain that in the poem but I'm explaining it now. Anyway I've had a miraculous time responding to your comment, have a great day.