The following 3 poems are just Freestyles. Feel free to write comments.

1.As I lie crying denying my truest form,
It takes some time before my emotions were torn,
Feeling defeated, I became determined to beat it.
And overcome another mountain in an eternal range,
But by the battle, climb, and terrain I battled to reach my true me, that is until after.
I noticed and became more focused on the nature of my moves.
With one opening pawn flow like Karsaqov I advanced.
Allowing details to swell in the sword fight like romance novels.
Lurking like a dragon crouching before the slay I move, with confidence until I’ve reached the peak.
2. Sweet memories of forgotten remourse in which the torch of life burns forever more.
Mind with more ideas than symphony scores;
Worth years of applause and thousands of awards,
But I’m cool to include myself and poetry.
that flows like a river towards a forgotten sea.