Shona Loya

I\'m not Poetic I\'m a Poet

 

          I’m Not Poetic I’m a Poet

Words crumble as I speak

Those words were bullets to them.

My lips mumble as I teach

And those teachings were bedtime’s stories to all.

With a temper of a volcano, ready to explode.

 

It was sunny as a winter day in Alaska

My eyes were Ice and I could see the snow fall

It’s like my life is a Fashion Show

With no fans but designers all over.

My legs turned into a jelly as I walked on top of the lake.

 

The wind blew so hard like an angry Witch

With no clear direction, but north facing.

Clouds seemed like balls of cotton

And the moon looked like a white balloon

Clearly my eyes were like a crystal ball

Rolling around the ground of marbles.

 

The Fire station was burning down

And the teacher failed the test, it

Was like a police station being robbed

A pilot who feared heights

Damn it was a Catastrophe at its best but,

I’m no Poet but I’m Figurative...