Category : Poems

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How does one feel stealing someone else's thoughts, feelings and emotions? 
PLAGIARISM

 ...must be a stone 
with stone cold brain
and a blind bat for a heart
Bottom up hung upside down done
Pervert scum

Thief who will
Never know the joys and thrills 
Of heart soft and mellow that feels
Whose warmth radiate and overflows
In drips of words like balm that calms 
Guts, souls, brains and bones
And wounds massage

Wicked plagiarist 
Name as crooked
No...!

Name cool and way too good
For a crook in hood as lame
Camouflaged up to no good 
Sinking in a game of shame

Walk yee out and meet the world
Soul to soul and feel the cold
Take the joys and face the pains
And on paper boldly sob

Tears of joys and pains your own
Fears, hopes in colours weep
Watch the tears coalesce to deep
Poetry felt that you didn't steal

Welcome to the world of poets
We don't have to old words steal
But to just with our hearts feel 
And with abandon reveal
Our inner selves

Joeli23kenya