This is a really bad sentence, and thus is perfect, but if it is good it can never truly be bad so in return it is horrible.
True or False?
Sappy
The ruler bends and breaks
No more can it take
No longer can it size
The tape measure will rise
Much like the heart and mind
Just in different time.
For now we’ll just be happy
And only sometimes pretty sappy.
A Sea of Autumn Leaves
A river that flows
To a sea of autumn leaves
Among a ship and bow
Is where we share our grief
From lands far and near
They say we gather here
The day that heaven sighed
She got her wings that night
As though her touch could reach
Among the willowed trees
They sat together and listened
To her old life stories
Rivers flooded their eyes
As they walked away, in belief
That they said their last goodbye’s
To a sea of autumn leaves
Death is Like a River
Death is like a river.
Or like a photograph of a river.
Or maybe a drawing of a photograph of a river.
Or it’s like a written description of the sound of leaves falling into the river.
Or perhaps it a chart showing how the rapids are strong enough to drown a grizzly bear.
Or else it’s like a crumbling mountain brought down by the wind as it changes directions, making craters in the area below,
And the ground surrounding the mountain is beaten down by sheer unrelenting force until it eventually caves in on itself,
And the land will forever carry the weight of that mountain, even as vines cover it’s crumbled boulders and rivers flood it’s craters.