I Don't Need No Inspiration
To write a poetry that is compatible to trash can,
Like the moon hovering in my night sky,
Indeed, I don't need no inspiration,
But darling I am weary of petty-crime,
It can also ignite your soul,
Well, Love is pain it's my two dime,
For that day, another day would be wasted,
Even in words I can't feel the adrenaline,
The joy of every sentence I stitch,
The line I stack
Even works that I've done
Still my heart so numb right now,
Like the morning dew kisses the land,
Like the tenderness of dusk to line where the sky and sea meet.
Like the gossips between media and the administration,
Like the lustful stare of the professor to his student,
Like the agony of every modern slaves watching tv right now*
Like the first breath of a baby born,
Like the care of single-mom to her son,
Like the son's happiness while waving to his old man
who just came from hard-fought battle of Marawi,
This blank paper is way better than human to speak with.
Very very nice
thanks!