I'll burn you all like your stumps,
cutting you lower than you define.
You thought you were surpassing
maturating high with fake
terminology that
never matured more than a seed
of contemplation.
Your dead before you reach my height,
limp stumps brittle to the flow
of my breath..
windswept failings, your just a seed
dead in the wind of change.
But the only thing you fall is fake...
I'll grow beyond your seeds of discontent.
Watch my syllables plant in the young,
growing in height that you never
clipped, every word is nourishment that is
neither an ego to grow.
But I1'l grow with every sentence read.
your my wind, gusting me to new
Ground to fertilise the metaphors of nourishment
that i feed to the masses, no pesticides
were used in the growth of this word.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
I'll burn you all like your stumps,
cutting you lower than you define.
You thought you were surpassing
maturating high with fake
terminology that
never matured more than a seed
of contemplation.
Your dead before you reach my height,
limp stumps brittle to the flow
of my breath..
windswept failings, your just a seed
dead in the wind of change.
But the only thing you fall is fake...
I'll grow beyond your seeds of discontent.
Watch my syllables plant in the young,
growing in height that you never
clipped, every word is nourishment that is
neither an ego to grow.
But I1'l grow with every sentence read.
your my wind, gusting me to new
Ground to fertilise the metaphors of nourishment
that i feed to the masses, no pesticides
were used in the growth of this word.
