I Am The Writer Poem by Paris Thulare

I know some didn't believe,
Only my paper won't leave.
I know I made myself an episode you already seen
And still I'm keen.
I'm on a different season,
And for that I have reasons.
I know no everybody likes to pick lines of a nobody,
But the truth is I'm somebody.

It's only couple hours from making a big move,
From these that wrote to the streets groove.
Not like all the claudines,
In these lines I find my javelins,
Through the heart they mend a soul broken.
To the head, they wake a solo crestfallen.
I'm okay when I write with thee I've been through,
As it brings me the ‘O big motivation though.

It's me, the kind who jot nothing nothing down,
As I'm possesed like a clown.
I don't do practice when I cast,
It's in my blood and I'm fast.
I'm just a picture in a shoot,
That does not fit at any caption yet, But I'm cool