Round 2: Cimmerian vs NoetiC

trap. · 01-31-2013, 07:54 PM

NoetiC:

You're a newborn. Write you experience/feel in the first 6 months.

An empty canvas....
a blank void of life that has yet to be damaged
imagine if you will that life is standing still
and looking back among the years is a picture you can feel
everything that changed you, had an impact on your life
the moments that curved the path you initially had liked
well i see that path before me, the light is very dim
as i havent met the errors that reside in human skin
but this voice inside my head
will probably take years
to be able to speak in a language that isnt deaf to elder ears
these legs i got, simply arnt that stable
to stand up for what i believe in... even when i'm able
my eyes are baby blue, but soon they will change
in all my innocence, their the first to be stained
i gaze into my hands and wonder if they can
build a better a life than the life my parents had
and thats really it, the feeling that i get
when i'm raised by my sister as mom's is makin rent
as the more i get to know this world i came upon
i know the older that i get, the more lonely i become
as this empty canvas paints a picture over years
the shades lead to black, but not as it appears
and empty canvas

Cimmerian no-shows.

01-31-2013, 07:54 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,871 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Round 2: Cimmerian vs NoetiC NoetiC: You're a newborn. Write you experience/feel in the first 6 months. An empty canvas.... a blank void of life that has yet to be damaged imagine if you will that life is standing still and looking back among the years is a picture you can feel everything that changed you, had an impact on your life the moments that curved the path you initially had liked well i see that path before me, the light is very dim as i havent met the errors that reside in human skin but this voice inside my head will probably take years to be able to speak in a language that isnt deaf to elder ears these legs i got, simply arnt that stable to stand up for what i believe in... even when i'm able my eyes are baby blue, but soon they will change in all my innocence, their the first to be stained i gaze into my hands and wonder if they can build a better a life than the life my parents had and thats really it, the feeling that i get when i'm raised by my sister as mom's is makin rent as the more i get to know this world i came upon i know the older that i get, the more lonely i become as this empty canvas paints a picture over years the shades lead to black, but not as it appears and empty canvas Cimmerian no-shows.