Foolish...You can't undothe damage done-You can't relivethose lonely years-You can't resuscitatesomeone who haslong ago since drowned...And you cannot menda broken heartwith the useof a simple "I'm sorry."
Childhood Thoughts...Always a houseNever a home...
KidsWe're just kids, that grew up too fast.Due to expectations and isolations.Adaptations, illustrations, separations.It's not how it used to be.I wonder will it last?One words replies,No surprise,Now it's lies, cries, guys and skinny thighs.Oh I despise, but I'll advise,Do not trust a soul.Blasting music in our ears,Hiding from the sneers and leers,They're picking on the queers.Aren't they our peers?Alone, and other feelings I've never known.Upgrade your phone.Dye your hair a darker tone.Wear cologne and dig the drone.Welcome to the cool zone.Background chatter,Break and clatter.Always saying,"I'm fine." or "it doesn't matter."Am I flatter or fatter?Definitely the latter.Watch my heart shatter,And the pieces scatter.Cause we're just kids, who grew up too fast.Due to expirations and deprivations.Situations, innovations, realizations.It's not like it used to be.Now we're an outcast.
I'm learningI do not know how to write a poem,Of course I can be poetic, I can talk about the way the sun leaves droplets of rainbows on my eyelashes but this is merely prose I have no tone no emotion and no story I have just-. A thought.I feel foolish writing a poem, but thoughts are quick and fleeting thoughts are safe, a safe place to think about the way the blankets are heavy today so heavy I do not think I will ever move again. I am foolish.I do not know how to write a poem. I am trying. Everyday I do not write I get a little louder and a little bolder but once I pick up that pencil my lips are sealed and my mind is open, I am living and learning my life through my words and there is no way id rather have it.I do not know how to write a poem. Poetry is all about emotions, right? Every experience we have we refine these emotions we feel them for different reasons in different ways today, I feel it in my heart, I feel this poem and every other before it written under my plastic glow in the