just a kid who loves to write
~why do we measure our success with someone else’s ruler?~
A poem is the way we believe, gently at first, then growing stronger, a grand crescendo to the release of the imagination.
By Anna J4 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, blue was my world. The color of the sky right before a storm, A gentle blue-grey that melted my soul, Captivated my heart in wondrous feeling,
From a distance it seemed like a good idea to me, Following this fantasy we seemed to hold in our hands like crystal, cradled so delicately to keep it from shattering.
When I was younger, I met my best friend. Back then I didn't know How important you really were. I didn't know the way you try to hide
Hidden in the words spoken aloud for all to hear Are the messages of the few that go undetected By the majority and unheeded by the restless.
If you ever lose your words, Let me help show you where to look. For words of hatred and anger, Look in the dark and scary places of the world,
Draw a monster. A hideous face covered in wrinkles, Milky eyes that see into the soul, Haggard teeth that hang loose in a perpetual grin.
You want to know why I won't take a risk? You want to know why it's so easy to miss The little things I would do or what I say or feel
There's fake fighting and yelling When the world resets once more After you’ve died again on level two. Neighbors hear talking and laughing