There are places that none can see, there are wonders that none can imagine, but there is the mind that can for tell all, even if you look beyond your soul, if many walk in the means of a dream, then why do they all lie to themselfs even as they scream, for many see what is their own truth, but some will never see the wonders of others dreams. (This poem means that the mind is a powerful entity that none can fully figure out, it is important to know why you do things and why you believe in them without doubt.)
Poetic Sight
Most walk and enjoy their lifes, struggling before all their demise, but one crawls to seek alls sight, as if learning only their lifes, even when the one asks for help, they are met with a huge silent cloud, for even now it is more than just human, who might see the truth for all the universe. (This poem means a few messages, but the main meaning is many species that are also not human are ignoring the signs of coming events, it is important in the lifetime we all have to think of nature before family and selfishness).
Poetic Self
Many can come and give you all you want, until the day you took what was more than what you hold, as if filling a cup over the top, has made it bleed and burst faster than the old, for only “you” can set a limit, but the high and mighty will demand your soul, if only they all knew, that “you” are the only one who knows. (This poem means that no matter who you ask for more, none can give you what you truly ask for but “yourself”)
Poetic Adventure
All have said as tales of old, that all wished to be apart of their own, forced into a path of sympathy, but only a few were born on a journey, many have travelled far and wide, only to meet with others demise, walking near the flames of hell, have made many cherish a life of will, for only a few go to heaven, but if only “you” could choose for yourselfs, but maybe you “will” prove to be worthy. (This poem has many smaller messages inside it, but the main meaning means adventure isn’t always as great like the tales, but all can choose to move towards their own adventure, even if they just stand still)
Some beings sleep under the moon light, while others hibernate during the winter, but only a few do not sleep a wink, as if they were all a being that do not blink, even the ones who are awake at night, may give the day dwellers a sight to fright.( This poem means there are many types of species that have different sleep habits, such as spiders that do not blink or bears that sleep all winter. Though, even beings that are not known have irregular sleep schedules).
Poetic
We often ran from beyond the sand, made pyramids as tall as the ones who call it the end, shattered laws of physiques that took us away, until we all fell further astray, a meaningful life all has believed, until we are all met with others who know how to bleed. (This poem means more than one answer but i will say just one out of the 3. This poem means that the further we get in advancement through a means of using potential that is a blind bullet shot in the dark such as science or a miss-understanding, will result in an unexpected turn of events that none can see but one).
Poetic Monsters
Humans have walked amongst their own, only to be ignorant about the unknown, for any species known to exist, was often ignored by the wonders of the abyss, all have built what lyes in front, only to be stalked of what appears behind a knock, stories have told to never look back, but if only they knew what was creeping amok. (This poem means that if you truly ignore what lyes ahead, don’t be surprised if you did not see something coming from your past that wasn’t faced even when you always looked ahead.)
Poetic Guardians
The path that was made for the young to grow old, was paved by millennia’s of forgotten history, where beings would hide and watch with their naked eyes, as others forged their grand destinies, many became legends and others heros, but some became greed and most became suffering, but only a few were reborn to be the ones who protect, where none dare look beyond, where not even the brave can stand, where the courageous fall victim to their own experiences and reasonings, for these few beings are what hold everything together, where none know or even can hear of them in history or exist, all that is known of them is apart of the unknown and called a hidden mystery.(This poem means, there are people who are holding all life together and even protect the ones who can’t withstand the sight of seeing something that can kill the normal with just one look of what they see just by the feeling of fear alone.)
Poetic quantity
“Many judge us because we are many, we watch as they all grow to hights that were not new to us, we look to the side and see that none are with them, but when we see our sides we see everyone, we all think to ourselfs how thankful we are for being named quantity over quality.”(This poem speaks about how labeling people for what they are is not always a negative meaning. The strength in quantity in any group in reality is stronger than 10 quality because the ones in any quantity are never alone. Personal opinion- ide love to hear all of your opinions about quantity under quality that was not spoken in this poem. It would help a lot of people to know you all have your own opinion aswell. Thank you~)
Citeop Hturt
A life that knows it all, had fear that none can truly face even near, even when they came before all mattered, none knew that the being that saw was never afraid, even in the face of the future all were blind, they chose themselfs to crawl with the many who didn’t even see the end, but they still crawled as if there was no end, would anyone see if they shown their existence, would they fall to their knees in prayer, or would they take all they had thinking it was all okay? Only the one who came, truly saw, only the one who came, truly knew, for there was a being that held it all, and there were none who could cherish even if they fall. (This poem will not be explained, it is a poem about an anonymous entity.)
poetry is a MESSAGE 