My mind turns to ashes that gleam,
Twisting the world about,
My life is recorded scene by scene,
As I act my future out.
My words have no more meaning,
They don't quench my passion to learn,
Well organized but no longer singing,
To my once great soul that burned.
As the time between my words take flight,
People are taking their seats,
Ready to be read a poem they will like,
They are eager to defeat.
They like the way I make things rhyme,
They hate the meanings my poems seek,
A jumble of words to them so fine,
Don't read them if you're mind is weak.
If you can't process this line of text,
Don't read my words that I express,
In my own way I tell my stories to you next,
Of what in my life is meant to test.
The lines of a poem will reach an end,
Our life will end one day too,
The dusty pages you find in the bends,
Will show their meaning to you.
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help on my quest please! Kthnx.
• my quest
• my bump thread
• kim`s quest
• K.L.S. Guild!
• b***h Please
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