Pen

Sword

Tounge

Love

The pen

Powerful despite its size

Allows us to read stories

That no one dared to shout

It gushes tales of lands long ago

And of stories yet to unfold

The Sword

Mighty and harsh

Slays the one who harm us

The ones who hurt our pride

Adds to stories of war

And tells tale of its own

The tounge

A muscle of great strength

Creates the speach that makes stories

Allows for cries of joy and screams of terror

Sheilds us from torture through lies

And Spouts songs to lull sleep

The love

Invisible and terrible in size

Can take over your life

But holds you together

Guides path for bonds and of pain

Leads down many paths you meerly give a gaze

The pen

Alone in the world

Till picked by a hand

Worked for its ink

So others know the beholders joy

The beholders thoughts

And all of their pain

The sword

Spattered with blood

Holds souls that didn’t deserve their fate

Its metallic surface hides its true motive

To kill and to slay

Any who interferes

With the beholder

The tounge

Supports so many

Tired of speaking

But it keeps going

To ease its beholder of all of their pain

By speaking and speaking

Until it goes away

The love

A net over earth

Holding us all close

But when someone breaks free

They use it as a weapon

And cause tragedies

That we turn into sonnets

For our own personal enjoyment

Any of them put together

Can we bennificial

Or highly deadly

Those above us recommend

Not mixing unless safe cautious or airheaded

Knowing the risks

You may proceed

Prepare for your innocence to be shredded

The Pen and the sword

A deadly combination

The sword slays the enemies

While the beholder writes it all down

You hear every grueling detail

Every second of pain infilicted

The Pen and the tongue

Which leads to the tales of time

A thought brought to speach

brought to life

Allows for all possibilities

Fills shelves with books

And minds with curiosity

The Pen and the love

An combo unknown

Outside of poetry

The cheesy love stories

People write down

In terrible detail

We see how their love shines

Transferred to paper

For everyone to know

The pen and itself

The words fight for the top spot

Beholders wielding like weapons

The pens to fight

Ink splatters

Blood spills in a metaphorical sense

Because words cannot fight

Unless someone wins

The sword and the tounge

Ends one of two ways

One is slain for opinions

Or you hear of battles won

The beholder of the sword

Decides the fate

Will the words live to share the story

Or be slain for speaking early

The Sword and the love

You kill who you love

Or you kill for them

Shoot them in the heart

Just to watch them bleed

Or hurt the ones who harm them

And smile and they succeed

The sword and itself

A fight for your life

One will always die

Unless its a battle against your own mind

The swords clang together

Metal on metal

Teeth on flesh

One tears the other apart

Till there is no difference between them and death

The tongue and the love

Utter words of admiration

Or of hate for the other

Up to the beholder what happens to the other

Do you love to hate

Hate to love

Or speak your words of wisdom

Of love to one other

The tongue and itself

Ends in many ways

In some complicated way

They can create love

as they touch one another

And signals shoot up

But it can be yelling

And harsh words are spewed

The outcome is up to you

The love and itself

Not many ways it can end

You go separate ways

Or you mold into one

This one you can’t decide overly

As who you love

Is up to fate

And you may hate that marginally

None of these alone or together

Can act on their own

A sword cannot swing itself

A dead tongue cannot move

A pen cannot write without a hand

And love doesn’t exist without another being there

We have to learn to accept

That apart or together

Nothing works alone

The heart doesn’t beat without blood

Your legs don’t run without want

But its all up to you

The beholder What will happen to you

To others

To the world that surrounds us

Your choices shape the future

So choose wisely child

Because you can’t go back

(Guys i am actually really proud of this oml)