Sword
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I walk on the dark moors
and dance with the wolves.
I don't want to go home,
where reality rules.
my fingers are crossed.
a sword in my hand.
my soul will fight,
to stay in this land.
i am deep in a forest;
disoriented.
my vision blurs with tears,
my legs buckle and I crawl
hands and knees,
through mud and thickets,
my skin shredded by thorns,
sweat running down my back.
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk
Listen whilst I remember, recall
Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet
For he was never such a declious trait
Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
So quick and deft
A sword so smooth
And arms so strong
Holding it high
Swinging it low
A glimmer of color
In her eyes
I cannot begin to imagine
What comes within this baggage
Friendship! What a slippy, messy slope?!!
A non-romantic relationship
Where two hearts begin to elope
If you could be the next thing you see
Would you do it?
Would you take your chances as a bumble bee
Or would you rather just forget it?
Life is too short to stay the same
Even if you're great.
A writer’s sword is a pen
Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink
Inside a long plastic contraption
It spews words exempt for bigotry
And hatred.
A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
This is their place,
the place they freely roam;
This is their place,
the place they call, “Home”.
Sword bearer
truth wearer
covered in blood like Hanibal but I'm not a cannibal
I'm plannin to animal beats on all the flammable channels
Cant drop me with choppers or pop me with glockers
Bullying,
A double edged sword.
You take the pain,
But what is it like to inflict it?
You find your target,
You spit out some words,
That have been spat at you.
Pick me not a flowerAs though that were all I amA quickly fading pretty thingJust a trinket in your hand
I lost myself inside my head-space
No mind palace up here.
I went a-wandering inside myself.
And I tell you, its been years...
Since all of my saw the sun
Hugged a friend,
Smelled a flower.
I worry about the future, because of my past.
And I wonder if this pain, will continue to last.
All the things that happened and the things I've done,
All I want to do, is continue to run.
