Meaningful Thoughts
You leave....You give...You make, the rhyme and meter story.
I feel I can fly,
just pass you all by.
I forget what I wanted,
What I wanted to be.
You leave me haunted,
you give me chills,
you make what I see as thrills.
I don't think I've ever
had so many words
for just one person.
I can be clever,
how I do is throwing towards
foul things like hatred and cursing.
How things are said,
It'll leave you hanging,
fuss all you want it has to be.
High and mighty, leaving all dead.
I've seen them all, and how they keep changing.
Finish again, It'll happen you'll see.
Moving on from motion of thought.
Books are full as is the ink.
What a conundrum from what I was taught.
Writing is the purest form of thought,
at least so I think.
Could you believe me and all I am?
From what I think, and how I move.
We need to run, run to a new land,
because this is all old, and that's how I am.
We need to be at the garden groove.
Meter is the toughest
you will see.
When all is six and three.
Keep steady,
Or you will fall harder.
Try and breathe,
it can be such a peeve.
You still there?
Where in this line is six,
and this three.
All you want can just be,
learn from me.
You just have to think more,
and be sure,
and always be counting
'til the end.
Now will try four,
and the ever long five.
Just keep it there,
There's no need to dive.
Know what you are,
and what you can do.
Know you will lose,
and it's all for fun.
Know you are good,
and a bit smarter.
Just keep writing
all that you do know.
Keep on citing,
and thus you will grow.
just pass you all by.
I forget what I wanted,
What I wanted to be.
You leave me haunted,
you give me chills,
you make what I see as thrills.
I don't think I've ever
had so many words
for just one person.
I can be clever,
how I do is throwing towards
foul things like hatred and cursing.
How things are said,
It'll leave you hanging,
fuss all you want it has to be.
High and mighty, leaving all dead.
I've seen them all, and how they keep changing.
Finish again, It'll happen you'll see.
Moving on from motion of thought.
Books are full as is the ink.
What a conundrum from what I was taught.
Writing is the purest form of thought,
at least so I think.
Could you believe me and all I am?
From what I think, and how I move.
We need to run, run to a new land,
because this is all old, and that's how I am.
We need to be at the garden groove.
Meter is the toughest
you will see.
When all is six and three.
Keep steady,
Or you will fall harder.
Try and breathe,
it can be such a peeve.
You still there?
Where in this line is six,
and this three.
All you want can just be,
learn from me.
You just have to think more,
and be sure,
and always be counting
'til the end.
Now will try four,
and the ever long five.
Just keep it there,
There's no need to dive.
Know what you are,
and what you can do.
Know you will lose,
and it's all for fun.
Know you are good,
and a bit smarter.
Just keep writing
all that you do know.
Keep on citing,
and thus you will grow.
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You leave....You give...You make, the rhyme and meter story.
You leave....You give...You make, the rhyme and meter story.
