"sattle" poems
They promised to level you up
After a six month grind.
Took a ball point pen
kept your eyes on the macguffin.
but there's still rats in the basement
never made enough Rupees
To trade in this wooden sword
no matter how many teeth
or claws you trade in
You're still stuck behind a register
or mopping up XP from the local wildlife's viscera
During your daily quest
turning in the farmers daughter
you noticed a woman promptly positioned in your way.
Some bandits killed her father
and she just stuck around
Until you hit the local tavern
and drank too much whiskey
you ran off to fetch her some pearls
then while digging for CLAMS
You met a pirate man
Who asked you to steal back his map.
while you were finding his buried treasure
you happened to find a letter that
forced you into a coffee shop
and here you sit.
always fell for the macguffin
Now you caught the most obvious one.
Always running around, trading pelts for clues
But they just kept you busy so you never traveled out of town.
if you ever headed out
You'd be slaying more than dragons
there's more than princesses to set free
out here in the big world.
your next quest is self actualization
go Sattle up on that griffin.
and head to the farthest town.
You don't know how to make the gold right now
but if you stay here.
how are you gonna find out?
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Stressful appetizers,
Bladed exercisers,
Sprung to cheer of wine hinted mass!!!
Catholicism's crownism with a million man army to pass!!!
Lazarus lift thine eyes_
For blazing chariots sattle their well,
No more blind dates to whom you have no idea!!!
Wilt thou still appreciate if the siding comes off?
Doth thou gaze? Whimper? Whisper? Or scoff thy intermost contentions!!!!
Neighborly love,
Hath thou been sold into madmen's slavery?
Hath thou yet come out?
Is there anymore left?
Or art thou savoring???
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
This piece of art I wrote is really close to my heart because u don't how it feels when your house is teard apart by those who are inside.
Everytime I stare at my house I shoe smiles while inside am thinking I wish I was many miles away from sinking
I captured that picture when you promised me new furniture you said if I let you in my house will have a shiny floor and lovely and dovely features but I never knew I was opening a door to a vulture that is about to rapture all my lovely and dovely features
I choose to sattle than to be in a car with a person presing the paddle to a battle I will never win and so forth bring scars I choose to settle than to be locked behind these bars
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Ever since gays have had rights
Look at the resurgence of blight
Day and night morals arent right
Instead they push their fright
Ironic thing is they say there scared
But yet we are the ones they fear
Listen close and hear me clear
**** what the medias trying to push
And agenda transgenders
Becoming Brandon to Brenda
To confuse a newer generation
With gender
Boys becoming girls
Girls becoming boys
Men becoming women
Women becoming men
Let the confusion settle in
Sattle up cuz its going to be a rough ride
They want us in population genocide
Which is a sneaky homicide
Provoking our own suicide
Its no longer whos wrong or right
Its about political correctness on sight
Funny thing is they say speak your mind
But yet imprison your mind
If you try to speak your mind
So how bout this **** this agenda
And there propaganda
Real parents need to stand up
And stop letting them play us
And conform us into a mutual trust
They already got us marked
Since birthday social security
Drivers license
Wake up folks and pay attention
To there ********
Spinning out satans pulpits
Before ya know it
Y'all ********* gone be chipped
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC