Pure syllables 1

I would prefer, to refer, to my words, as the work, of a nerd, who's gone berserk and Disturbed, by the curse, of letters and the merge, that occurs, when the worse, ideas concur and conjure, a pattern, of cadence, the sentence, a splurge, of lyrical purge, relentless as river full surge, bursting the verge, of my nerves.

I'm on the verge, of an emergency, emerging affirmatively, from nearly being immersed permanently, in rhyming, I'm urgently, hurting, these thoughts are just vermin and are such a burden, to a person like me.

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Sometimes I just love to crazy with the syllables.

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I've been Writing since 2018. I prefer to call myself a writer than a poet because I write many styles of literature. I've never limited myself to just one way of using the pen. I love all kinds of writing. Most of all, I just see what I do as simply expressing my self through words and I don't really categorize my work in or to any specific genera. more…

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