Wild

Wings

They had their adventures.,

Stolen from me

Because every history teacher will tell you not to repeat history

When I have costly dentures,

You’ll still be polluting the planet

With your fossil fuel consuming machines

Let me have MY own fun alone

Stretching my wings; You banned it!

You cautiously clipped ‘em right off

It was all for me; Done in the name of love

You did it out of worry

Keep me in the bubble, thought you fed me through a trough

Pruned wings reality

And lately you’re mad at me for not flying

You held me back with the help of English

Your impeding knives are the cause of my brutality

Will my feathers solder themselves back to-get-her to get him?

If they do, I will fly free

I want to go higher than my far mates have gone

No one claps as my light grows dim

I hope to have lungs that breathe in space

Break out of this soon slow to die universe

Where nothing will exist

Not your face

My soring muscles have taken shape

They hurt my back

Now people can’t see my incomprehensible story

I should wear a cape,

To hide my bald, ugly duckling wings

I plucked them myself; Aren’t you proud?

“Safety comes first”

The raw, tender pain still strikingly stings

Let’s Start A Riot

Unpenetratable silence

Every movement amplified

But it's just because it's quiet

Can we silently start a riot? It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop 

You can hear people breathe

But that's because it's quiet

Can we please start a riot? Every move of this pencil sounds like it hurts

Trillions of graphite atoms screaming

My imagination goes crazy when it's too quiet

For my sanity, someone start a riot Or at least start talking

Tapping your foot would do

To stop the awkward quiet

Get us out of here so lead a riot When I'm alone, battling on my own

I want to listen to music for the illusion,

That it is not quiet

So I don't start a riot Music and words keep me sane

When I can no longer go,

Into the anxiety provoking quiet

Music and poetry are my silent riot

You Should Be A Crime

You should be a crime

And I would love to watch you put your hands in the air and get caught

That’s not true, no,

I just want your time

I would like to watch you struggle to open locked doors

You’d fight and fail to maim the doorframe

No,

I just want to be yours

I hope you age like fine wine

Slow and always with such grace

Yes,

I just want you to stay, my silly valentine

I want to be with you while you shine

You’ll always shine; you're the shooting star of my life

Yes,

I just want you to be mine

The Caged Bird

Waking up trapped

In a room all alone

Behind all the windows there is

Cold stone

That doesn't only contain me but my soul

I yell for help but no one even answers

Yet I hear people out there

I find a violin

I don’t even know how to play

But I know I must

It’s all I've got

At least it frees my mind

I now march to the beat of my own violin

I can control it

Don’t let your walls ever hold you back

There is more than one way to break them down

You’ll know when it’s right

When you find someone with the same beat

And they play it for you,

Outside your wall

Too bad you’ll never see him

But you can see his heart is true and made of gold

Yours is stone like your walls

You both play for each other

And just wish

Why were you born with walls?

Then you remember…

They protect you from everything

But they also hold everything good out too

It’s time they come down

But I've built them too strong

I'm trapped and it’s my fault!

Pretty...Devastating

She pulled out all of her teeth and replaced them with pearls. 

With bowling balls is what she replaced her girls

She wanted all the boys to stop and stare

But the boy you really want is the one who doesn't care

She kept her hair long

She followed society's song

Hair down to the floor thanks to extensions

The silent rule that goes unmentioned

The longer your hair is the better you are

But society says that she's still just par

Society is cruel

She just wanted to be cool

Lots of makeup she wore

Because of it people called her a whore

She just wanted to fit with the crowd

With her new look she was proud

I find that devastating

On society I'm hatin

She bought cloths at designer stores

All this Just to look "beautiful", what a bore

But she now just looks like every other girl,

There’s too many clones in this world

You were born a rose don’t die a poppy

She now looks quite silly but she thinks that she is finally pretty

Instead of listening to the media

Listen to an encyclopedia

You'll learn more

Rather than wasting time shopping at designer stores

Society is all of you!

Lets not let another one get sick with the blues

Don’t be so cold to others; treat others the way you want to be treated

If only the media could be deleted

Look what society has done to her

This girl needs a coat of fur

Paranoid

On me, It feels like someone has their watch

I don’t want to be caught

Everything at a knot

Slipping

Flipping Paranoid

With the full void

Living annoyed

Guilt that can’t be put in the wash

Geniuses eating squash Here’s my stories

Of not being safe but of my many sorry’s

I’ll try to take an inventory

Words overused

Hearts don’t break they bruise Being stalked

Even after you talked

During the naked after shower walk

Nothing to do

I won’t feel safe with you I need a place to let loose and think

A place to make a mark with ink

One that gives off grandfather winks

Those I’ll never have the chance to see

I need to meet someone who makes friendship tea I can’t wait until I get a place

That’s safe

Where I can get my shoes relaced

What have I got,

Without this lot?

Mornings

Tomorrow morning is going to be a rude awakening

I think sleepily

Like clockwork it's backbreaking

Soon dawn disturbs the night

My alarm clock boggles my eardrums forcefully out of my ears

I take my nasty spit damned retainers out to catch a breakfast bite

I command open my heavy eyes

From my eyes the sleep falls

And I ask myself, Why?

I make myself pretty

Daring to look at my reflection

Time to wing it and be witty

As I listen for a rhyme or reason

I get punched in the stomach because of the cheeky cold

Why must it be this season?

I click my frozen stiff seat belt into place

I zone out to the tune of the car motor

I put on my happy face

I walk into school

Feeling alone and judged

Dreaming a future where my poetry will rule

18

The age of adulthood

And as my birthday makes its arrival

I wish you would I am scared for the future

The one that doesn’t include you

Coming undone is my suture I don’t know how long I can dream

It seems like a waste of time

When I’m oh so close to breaking at the seams 0 to 18

So far it’s been mostly pain, anxiety and depression

I’m so sorry babe, that your face is turning green A simple question, yes or no?

I shall never dare to be rude and just simply ask

Either stay or go I’m not an adult yet

People do say that I’m really mature

But I don’t even have a set I’m scared but full of grit

And yet I sit

Never quit I don’t know why

But sometimes I wish I wasn’t born

And other times I wish to die I don’t know why

I almost forgot my birthday for once

Babe, you shouldn’t fly with that sty in your poor, blue, eye Swollen, bloodshot eyes

That have been accused of not working hard enough, after an all-nighter

Babe don’t believe the lies Happy birthday

To the one with the story of bad gut and disease

Baby please, you made it all this way

The Ice Is Breaking

The ice is breaking

Time is something that I’d rather be stealing than be taking

I need to run but I'm frozen

The ice has chosen

The ice shall win I shall lose

Out of this dilemma I want to cruise

That's what those boots were for!

Why didn't I ask about them before I went out the door?

My feet hurt

Underneath my feet I long to feel the dirt

Stuck

I should have listened to the ugly duck

Who else would be out on this lake?

I'm going to die in white snowflakes

I just have to survive tonight

Never would have imagined this plight

I don't have much of a choice

No one’s around to hear my voice

At least I have my phone

I'm bitter and cold to the bone

I would text her but it’s just too far

The WiFi wont reach her star

I hear the ice cracking

Senselessly the cold is smacking

Inside I'm freaking out

The ice will hold me I doubt

I don't feel good I think as I cough

This lake I want off

I need someone

Who's strong and young

I fall and I now want the numb ice off my back

It seems like the ice likes to attack

I start to feel tired from fighting

A way, I see the stars lighting

I start to feel warm

I suddenly want to stay awake, I’m just torn

Soon I’ll pay the price

That ice didn't need to roll that dice

Splash

No ash

All’s Not Lost

All's not lost

Until I have lost my mind

Now I will write

Into the night As if I am some sort of time lord

I will write

Until I feel alright

A poet’s tailbone

Is where they keep their tales

My tailbone is tired

I shall steal my sleep

From tomorrow

I am a true night time poet

With dry, tangled hair

Who knows where I’ll be able to take myself

Some is lost

And I'll admit that I fucked up

But I can almost trust

That this shall continue

I shall continue on this journey

That is full of losing

And gaining