POETS

Say the words that you want to say but kept it inside the misty bottle of no end and top. Seek as if you are the sailor who seeks and fight for your freedom over the sea. In my life, a constant battle between what is right and wrong has been a quotidian of my thoughts and feelings. Sing me a song that kill the pains but let me feel the pain, still. Keep me away from availing thoughts of being the person whom I don’t want to become and let me live the life of a sadist. O you fucking sadist that lives a desperate life and seeks for attention of the humans. Be Godless be sick be immortal to fake promises as the life on the earth is not forever so why let it slip now only to suffer the consequences in the future. Be the dead poet who talks about anything without listening to others impression but only seeks for his own pleasures. Kill the pessimisms and be optimistic but let the flow of logical thinking and critical thinking dispensed into your thoughts of no limitations as it is infinite. Raise up your hand as you thrust yourself up in the air as If being lifted by the angels and mourn yourself in the darkness of the night where the misty light of the moon turned you into a beasty of the darkness and let yourself fade into the shadow of your own. Be yourself as if be the creature in the eyes of little helpless infant who sees the world for the first time.