a true poet is the one that never talks, is
the one who cant be proud of himself
because he has failed all that others were
supposed to expect from him.
a true poet is the one who has eaten his
very own heart by searching the light
outside. a true poet must be a lonely
soul....cause probably the soul is the only
thing he hasn't selled yet. he can't sell
his soul because for sure he would not be a
poet anymore. a true poet is a person with
no tomorrow and no yesterday because his
art is now, he is living it.
a true poet is that person capable of
taking his surrows to the heights of
happyness and his griefs to paradise, a
dream of the self within the self. But you
see, the poet is a true poet till the day
becomes night and till the night becomes
day..
a true poet is not lost u see ...words
about ending and begining...he is not human
because he is not living among humans, he
lives somewhere high where ideas are able
to inspire others , he cant be human
because his feelings can hardly be
transformed into words..thats why he is
silent. this agony of words gives him no
peace you see...it gives him new blood, new
inspiration and lust...the lust for
ethernal pain towards achieving beauty.
