Eastern Twelve
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EARTH'S OLDEST
Earth's oldest Whom I seek for guidance They say you’re a calm breeze But my walls are breaking in your presence They called you a light, soothing, pour But every harsh drop is drowning me Likened to a clear summer sky Then why are my thoughts so clouded Like the kiss from the morning sun? Then why does it burn! I tried to understand But all I did was over seat… In you they found sanity In you I got trapped in sanity And now…I might be insane I tried to roll out But it seems my tires are stuck Aaah!…Who I’m I kidding Its hard to roll away When you are the way.
By Eastern Twelve3 months ago in Poets
Passing Ship
I perceive life as a sea and I as a ship sailing through both charted and uncharted waters. When it comes to passing ships, I have a few I will never forget, several I wish to lock away in a chest and lose in the sea, many that I would probably not recognize if I happened to encounter again but one that has grown on me. One small ship that has become something inked in my heart and soul.
By Eastern Twelveabout a year ago in Journal