Broken Scream Of Light

*I'm a freelance muse looking for work. I've been working odd jobs outside my field for the past few years and are worn out and blue. I want a real poet to work for*

I am just tired of being none
Becoming a nuisance to myself
I search the earthly scent that creates
The bold spell that growth
Into me, then I’ll became verb
Thoughts in motion with a meaning
Searching for a source, a male
I’m in the mood for a moan
An erotic traveler who encompass
Every fantasy that I evoke
Stroking the intimate fibers of me
Little self who strengths reflects upon ye
Exploring the darkness in your path
The mental maze that became my nest
I’ll be so comfortable in your arms
Nouns that caress me, now I’m in a daze
What is the meaning of this?
How should I develop that?
Confusions splashed into scrolls
Broken screams of light
Strong essence my poet must have
I’m in the mood of a dare psyche
No holds barred, with a past
Troubled mind and a laugh
Someone who seduce in silence
Just with a swift of ink
With a verb and a smile.