Sep 2018
Wandering aimlessly with stormy souls
And
As the sprout of a plan, golden
Strikes lightning into departed holes
Flare hopes piercing the sands of Eden
Till confusion knows no home
For 'tis we've brightened eyes
And faces
For that that graces our gentle hopes
The fire in everyone of us
Blazes
With this sword
Gentle hope
Of what we will be
Tomorrow.
And
As the sprout of a plan, golden
Strikes lightning into departed holes
Flare hopes piercing the sands of Eden
Till confusion knows no home
For 'tis we've brightened eyes
And faces
For that that graces our gentle hopes
The fire in everyone of us
Blazes
With this sword
Gentle hope
Of what we will be
Tomorrow.
28.09.2018
Man I **** at writing poetry now. You can see how bad cuz I look up to my 14-year old self.
'The only person you need to be better than
Is the person you were yesterday'
I either nailed it, or failed it. I'm thinking the latter.
Anyway, through the poem I was implying the fierce hope and certainty (of the fact that we actually have a plan) that you know, we feel when we get an idea and place our fingers upon a good-looking plan.
I have a plan and I'm just over the moon cuz my plan is that I'm gonna be RIZNA just the way I want me to be!
(Just be yourself, don't care what ppl say)
Man I **** at writing poetry now. You can see how bad cuz I look up to my 14-year old self.
'The only person you need to be better than
Is the person you were yesterday'
I either nailed it, or failed it. I'm thinking the latter.
Anyway, through the poem I was implying the fierce hope and certainty (of the fact that we actually have a plan) that you know, we feel when we get an idea and place our fingers upon a good-looking plan.
I have a plan and I'm just over the moon cuz my plan is that I'm gonna be RIZNA just the way I want me to be!
(Just be yourself, don't care what ppl say)
