2010 Intrinsic Revolt: Poetry for the Soul


I have my poetry for the soul,

A warm cup of tea I just poured into a bowl.

I call it life, to stir in my number one goal,

To sip it sure, every last drop everlasting pure.

It's such a bittersweet tasting moment.

While enjoyable too, that warm sensation giving me a clue,

About what's up ahead is only the positive things,

No matter what other people have said.

Because either way I'm taking that last piece of pie,

And I am going to enjoy it, while you make your last sigh.

Not realizing that I have the sweettooth for perfection,

I plan my life out and divide it in different sections.

For some they'll never understand,

But my poetry for the soul gives my mind the upper hand.


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