Jean Philippe Gibson

Emotions on Paper

I used to be poetically gifted

Now I just seen lyrically stupid

Used to wow with my spectacular vernacular

Lately my poems haven't had

Rhythm, feet, rhyme, or iambic pentameter

Verses now just outline my life that is so traversed in pain

I don't have a goal or nothing within my aim

Syntax less emotions released with one stroke of a pen

From this madness I can see no end

The harder I try the faster and further I fall

They say I play to much but when is

The last time you saw me with a ball

Everything to me is not a game

But my past is the blame

Everything to me is not a joke

The problem is I grew up when I was four

I laugh and play to hide my

Pain which is my heart's core!