I Am Not A Poet

I am not poet
I just deliver messages packaged in emotions
I dine and whine with muses
My messages are whispers from mother nature

I am not a poet
I am just in a matrimony with beautiful words
My heart will bleed to the death if I fail to pour out its contents
My hands wouldn’t stop colouring the blank pages with its beautiful blood

I am not a poet
A whirlwind of ideas keep storming my head
The trees wouldn’t stop feeding me delicious messages
And the rain keeps clustering my imaginations with archives of feelings

I am not a poet
The blank pages want a fill of my blood
The streets hold secrets only I know
The gods want me to sow torn hopes
I am not a poet
I am just a prisoner of ideas