Cayden Scribner

Cayden Scribner Poems

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It is eve as she stands in the cathedral
The rose on the window reflects a natural shine
She attempts to clear her name in grace of the divine
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At the edge of night and the break of day
The sky slowly became filled
Not with the grey and Smokey clouds that you might imagine
But those made of crimson
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Her face was spinning in the cup
Which meant that sugar was plenty
It was smoking, as per usual when I saw her
So I took a sip, and drifted off
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Cayden Scribner Biography

I am a very young poet from the town of Westmoreland, TN. I've written poems, songs, books, etc. for the past 2 years and my life couldn't go on without it. I hope to release a project every couple of years or so and I hope you enjoy them, should you come across it.)

The Best Poem Of Cayden Scribner

Eve

It is eve as she stands in the cathedral
The rose on the window reflects a natural shine
She attempts to clear her name in grace of the divine

While she recited her sins
Blades of dirty winged angels sharpen themselves in the shadows
‘Twas the moment that a devil was born
The images flashed of a world shattered and torn

To the dispense of pain, she follows one angel that seems to have left the tower
Catching up with him, her eyes seem to show true intentions
She is aspiring to the thing only known as death
Yet she only knows evil, and it's not like she would meet god himself afterwards

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Cayden Scribner Quotes

Love is not something in which we command Instead it is a leader to which we follow Should you follow it for too long, you will become lost But in the end it is better to trust the process instead of missing the opportunity

It's in the minds of man in which wars begin And it is in the minds of man in which wars end

Though it seems as if an army of one million is pushing you down Just know that it only takes one hand to pull you back up And if you give me the chance, I'll answer the call for the rope

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