Young I Am. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
Young I Am.
If you disbelieve my Writes, then you can go to Hell!
I'll write vividly of your trip with Blood from my ink pale.
Young I am, but not a dunce.
My scholars knew me Not.
They thought I'd be another name.
They thought I'd die and rot.
I Bleed my mind onto a page;
And true I do bleed fast,
But in the end, we shall see
Whose blood will grow the Grass.
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I'm young, but these poems Are really me.
that sucks if someone questioned it was you, i know it probably seems like im your poem stalker person, but since the first poem you wrote, i was hooked :) . anyways thanks, you're a great writer, i hope no one discourages you.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 3:56:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely Done, this one gave me chills......=)