u/Baron_landz

We won and it tipped the scales, "Oh well." All's well that ends well -- no need to drop a coin in the well -- swell with tears not your ears -- thought you couldn't feel -- feel defeat thinking it was going to be sweet -- I'd prefer bitter -- black coffee, still tastes much to sweet -- even with the people of the world who's ends they meet -- from stimulus cheques that should be going to me -- but if money was the only thing these eyes wouldn't see -- this is me plain as can be -- with only one desire dare me to speak -- I'd prefer to be part of the choir --

“The full soul loatheth an honeycomb;
but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.”

— Proverbs 27:7 (KJV)

Let me be free.

I recall writing something that revived itself like the spring; The reaction of an unstoppable force and an immovable object attached by a bungie cord.

One side sustains catastrophic catastrophe and the other is set free.

Let me be free.

I'm pulling away and the bungie serves as a reminder of where you would be on any given day

The Great Escape:

I lassoed onto a shooting star once the one lassoed onto me fell further than me; crashed, and lost all momentum in a flash, so right before i did splash ("this is cold don't forget i mentioned that at this very moment") another star who was just met happened to be passing on through, "hang on! And then from then on it was, "How do you do?"

Conclusion:

Don't let myself crash on someone else's wish. DO I look like a pastry dish; Sweet; on the inside and out but touch and you'll get your hand hit with a switch like what's that about and soon you'll find out there are monsters as big as your house so let me handle this by myself if i need your help i would have screamed out for help like some people should have but bringing it back your wish could never be my demand ("been wanting to throw this on for awhile somewhere') I also look up to Uncle Sam im getting of track its not crazy but insane you're wishing you where the same and im just sayin what you been thinking but not plannin on sayin ; I guess im gone I no longer think of you when im typing these wrongs except for just then cuz i thought you'd tag long this a "Hail Mary." thought you'd be running the play but now you act in a play and its got me running long practically every day if i aint getting 7 then warmups where i misplayed dont read this and think, "no way!" that's not cool and im already been thinking of ending this poem but on the separate end, "where do i begin?" I wanted to keep it from slowing but to take me with you, "wouldn't i be missed?" so i gotta say, "me getting away wasnt a wish but a gift... good-bye."

*fart*, "bahahahahahhaa."

the laughter echoed

To write and give away wisdom seems unwise.

Iron sharpens iron, write.

You're dull so you dull; let me keep this rusty old knife and let it sit and let the rust eat.

This is merely meat and feast on flesh deceased; but it's not what you eat...

So its not for me so when iron meets iron it only cleans the outer but the rust starts from the outer; you'd feel brittle if we'd meet; CLING!

( : If you can't join'em no need to beat'em knowing everything i'll be okay go ahead and wat the rust go head and watch the rust eat'em; and that's why we eaten like we coming from eden. "Why'd we go ahead and eat it?" To see Him - needed proof so you went ahead and believed him; and let me explain for me what it means to let the dead bury their dead; that why I didn't go back to see'em; meat & feast on the deceased, i'd rather not squeeze, im out here grabbing on titties you'll never see, so it don't matter i don't look back to much salt thats a heart attack.)

To write and give away wisdom seems unwise.

write in spite no spite just might say something that rings out your brain; the image of a towel colored purple flower being rang; i mean rung, spun the opposite way with both hands no less. All that just to add the imagine of rain again rang i mean rung from the brain

I've lost something the day I fell in love with, I wish to not share her name. which I come to realize; I gave it away. It's a steep price to pay, but it's yours now and dare I say, "regret is not my forte." To live without that which I gave with no information on how it is even today brings a little pain. A sting because that day I didn't have a ring and to bring a memory of something that i've dreamed turned reality and realising the duality of fantasy and reality; similar to the dream; waking up without you and having to take different roads when it forks, "I have to go that way." "I have to go that way." I trekked through the inbetween shortly after you departed from me so much overgrown greens but if memory doesn't fail me now; I remember telling you a little red bird guiding me through the trees to the last time i'd ever see, "you." to turn around at the time didn't hurt until I realised many months after that I felt incomplete and realizing when and where I had lost a piece. please take care; of it for me \\\\\\\\\XD.

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This is more of a quick thought rough draft fanfic.

So kids when I was a YT(youngtrainer:) an Elite older trainer told me a story about losing one of his Poké Ball on an adventure through Mt Iskotêw-Pinesîs (ᐃᐢᑯᑌᐤ-ᐱᓀᓰᐢ). He told me he was investigating rumors that a large flame could be seen at the dead at night, atop the mountain; He told me that it was one of is most beloved companions and that he would always get drowsy after training sessions and that was one of his favorite shared moments; the Elite older trainer was very adamant of explaining how hard they had both trained to learn the move iron claw; the last thing He told me was that it fell on his descent from the top.

And so well kids, as a YT, I set off! Armed with, at the time, my one and only PokéMon, Raichu, and headed out towards Mt ᐃᐢᑯᑌᐤ-ᐱᓀᓰᐢ. Along the way there were many encounters and battles, but to keep a short story long; and after many weeks of searching; I concluded that since it had fallen out on his decent it would be somewhere around the perimeter of the base of the mountain.

And that's when I found it! A crack in the mountain wall just a little bigger than I was as a YT , as yourselves. So, of course, eager to explore I pressed on with Raichu occasionally looking over my shoulders and just enough sunlight to see. And after what seemed to be miles trekking, and keeping a long story short; off in the distance a red glimmer from a metallic glint. I saw! Unbelievable what a little persistence will and never saying that I wouldn't find it can do!

And after following my steps back to the forest that surrounds the base of Mt Mt ᐃᐢᑯᑌᐤ-ᐱᓀᓰᐢ and a new Poké Ball in-hand. It was time! "Come forth ..."

"... A SLAKOTH!?"

I don't feel for you. Don't you bleed too?

;Woman forgot the man of steel. "Just keeping it real."

This was aimed at the highest podium. Laying low; me.

i remembered we're the same.

writers' notes': I actually wanted to write a, "writers' notes,' on this one, so this would be a little insight as to what was going through my mind as I was transforming this, "poem," into what is read, and this is a rare occasion in which im talking out my ass. But this is a way of checking myself, "oh wait!," the man of steel line. I guess I should start from line one; "I don't feel for you. Don't you bleed too?" Let me split this in half starting with the second line. Now thinking about it maybe the second half should have came first. Trying to bring everyones' humanity into the frame. Followed by my inability to feel for someone and the actions that they have chosen, whether it affects/effects me or not those are decision that they have chosen, so no time to feel or even feel bad for you. The world still turns.

The second line starts with a semicolon and I hope that's okay :). This is something I forgot honestly XD. "Damn." But i was keeping it real XD.

after consulting with Ai about it I was surprised that the, "highest podium," kinda feels like, "man of steel," anyways, "Laying low; me.," is to me an attempt to try to hide with the glasses and the little curl on the front of the forehead. but if i'm being honest we can connect this to the, "Don't you bleed too?", which completely negates this; anyways let me move on.

In reality this line, "This was aimed at the highest podium.', is really a statement that even people that are view by many, in other words celebrities are human too. Which then comes in, "i remembered we're the same."

There where many influences to this from my day that I wrote before the final, "edit," but they seemed to transmute into this, which ironically seem meaningless; well not meaningless but, "resolved."

In my Current state these words would taste as nickel.

Make sure it doesn't have a bitter taste; this is an afterthought; potions.

In a cup from plastic bottle This isn't for starters. Crunch come from the cup having no potion at bottom.

It feels a certain humility would be, "keeping it real."; you're going to need a cup and thinking about it; it doesn't matter where you get it's and don't forget that "Crunch" is required.

But don't forget the bottle and this the important part; the potion starts; from fluids found; and I know how that sounds; but this is just creativity.

;Depending on where you're at.