The scorn of the elderly to youth
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TheCATthatdidntDIE
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I questioned a stranger when in Heaven
I learned the vessels of the ancients
I lost my heart in the forest, but followed the light
I let a lost soul cry on my shoulder
I put my love on the globe
I was warmed by a kind heart
and paid the favor back in a pure way
together we faced evil and found a mass of grey
I found truth in your tongue
and it was bittersweet
I ran from blades of fire
and found the green moon
But i was swept home on the wind
However, the ocean forever beckons
I answered her once
and found a siren. she returned to the ocean with another peice of my essence
I found the value of honesty in a dungeon
but my sentence finished too soon
The word seventeen is no longer in my arsenal
The shadow became home
I worked my way to the bottom, whilst thinking it was the top
The squatters in the darkness became friends
we often ran from the light, for it hurt our minds.
I found a filter, and it broke
I wandered until i found others with broken filters
we found a cloak with which to vanish
The world passed us by and we laughed scornfully at it.
But time stopped and caught you exposed
while I was in another kindom
Now I wander alone again.
The word seventeen will never be in my arsenal
I learned the vessels of the ancients
I lost my heart in the forest, but followed the light
I let a lost soul cry on my shoulder
I put my love on the globe
I was warmed by a kind heart
and paid the favor back in a pure way
together we faced evil and found a mass of grey
I found truth in your tongue
and it was bittersweet
I ran from blades of fire
and found the green moon
But i was swept home on the wind
However, the ocean forever beckons
I answered her once
and found a siren. she returned to the ocean with another peice of my essence
I found the value of honesty in a dungeon
but my sentence finished too soon
The word seventeen is no longer in my arsenal
The shadow became home
I worked my way to the bottom, whilst thinking it was the top
The squatters in the darkness became friends
we often ran from the light, for it hurt our minds.
I found a filter, and it broke
I wandered until i found others with broken filters
we found a cloak with which to vanish
The world passed us by and we laughed scornfully at it.
But time stopped and caught you exposed
while I was in another kindom
Now I wander alone again.
The word seventeen will never be in my arsenal
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This is another dope piece coming from you..
I enjoyed reading this, and I loved the metaphors being dropped in here.. The word play was sick! Every line was felt and sooo vivid. This definitely gave me a vivid image..
A solid nice piece right here..
Thanks for sharing and keep on sharing with us.. -
I found truth in your tongue
and it was bittersweet
I ran from blades of fire
and found the green moon
But i was swept home on the wind
However, the ocean forever beckons
I answered her once
and found a siren. she returned to the ocean with another peice of my essence
I found the value of honesty in a dungeon
but my sentence finished too soon
The word seventeen is no longer in my arsenal
This was my favorite part...nice poetry..preciate you for posting -
thanks for the positive feed back.
