Amateur poetic thoughts
She had a nightmare
Now she questions my purity
Sitting me on a shelf like a trophy
Next questions when I shall date
And how soon will I mary
I warned her of this in my primary
The consiquesnese restrictions would carry
Worried about me creating life
Should be worried about me ending it
I know it is morbid
I would not go through with it
But damn it is tempting
Leaving this world to the monsters
It had a hand in creating
There it goes are you listening
A shadowed whisper
A near silent pleading
I shout for it to stop
I feel it shudder
Scared this time it will drop
It’s darkened pulses
Truly just misinterpreted light
Child like impulses
The effects of baddness are clear
The good soon out of sight
Eventually it’ll disappear
I hear it’s cries
I say they shall see
Knowing it is a lie
Because while they hear beats
I hear a voice less carefree
A heart drowning in defeats
Tattoos are permanent
Maybe they are a reminder or a memory
Beauty is within
Your worth is beneath the skin
So then I ask you
Who is your tattoo artist?
Who are you letting ink your inner self?
Do you even know what they are writing?
Tattoos are permanent
So are harsh words
So are memories
So are dark regrets
Are these people adding lipstick with laughter?
Or smearing mascara with tears
Are they make up artists of beauty?
Or are they creating a clown
It’s your friends
Your family
And the people you let in
They tattoo your soul
I kept thinking it was my face or my body
But she looks no more lovely
So there is only one other thing it could be
It must be my personality
Which is scary
But you say all they say spoke of you with negatively?
I always built you up
It no longer taunts me, the break up
But I’m messed up
Cause all I do now is give up
Every guy I see I sum up
I don’t know to whom I must live up
So what has me all stressed
Is you left me for the best
When putting that to the test
They seem worse than the rest
Who would of guessed
Surly then I must be everything there is to detest
I’ll just learn how to be happy as me
I realised without you I’m free
I’ll work till i have the key
I’ll be come what people thought I couldn’t be
I’ll show them what they still can’t see
Till then Ill smile graciously
Wait until you are 18. Then they will respect your ideas and invention.
Finish high school. Then your opinions are worth listening to .
Get a degree. Then they’ll pay attention.
Get some work experience. So you know what you are talking about and what is true.
These are the whispers of the ones who told us we can be and do anything.
Telling us what world changers we must be.
Silently showing us to wait until we are 33.
By then the problems are far beyond saving.
When did the definition of youth change to ignorance.
When will all ideas be seen as possible intelegence.
When will thoughts be heard before image is all they see.
When will ageism be a thing of history.
Why do I sit here drink in my left and a pen in my right
Why is it only sad poems I seem to write
Is it cause I feel loss greater than love
Is it cause rejection is a well fit glove
There are 2 of me tonight
The loving and the careless fight
The facts are the facts this is true
The only thing that changes is the glasses you see them threw
Valentines day is coming up so here is something on the games we play in love
Game of hearts
It’s a game
Of cards
King queen jake
And a joker
Its a game
Of the arts
A wink and a twich
A triple bluff will make you think
Its a game
Of hearts
Double or nothing
Win and loose
It’s a game
Of chance
A slip of the hand
Or an ace of spades
In this game
You must think fast
Or end up last
This is the game of hearts
Waking up into this world
Left me with unanswered questions.
What was the purpose to my existence?
I could not be a coincidence.
Where was the meaning in this madness
they call life?
I knew there was more to me
Then the textbook’s explanation
Maybe it’s because I’m from the x-generation
I searched for this missing piece of the puzzle
The unknown element
I absorbed books of knowledge
But my hunger for the truth was still unsatisfied
Google offered me advice
But all this did not suffice
I then went to a man as old as time
He told me what I seek is inside
Wondering what he could mean I strove to succeed.
The greatest artist or the best dressed?
Did I just have to be better than the rest?
Perhaps first team or even the highest IQ?
But as for what was still missing,
I had no clue.
Then sitting on the edge of the world
I began to see what life could have in store
What I was looking for
was not something that one can find
Excellence is how you live
One day at a time
A laugh carries more than a sound
And a letter holds more than a message
This is what I have found
In the wind a rose must have courage
Your life has potential
Far greater then start and end
You can be monumental
This world is yours to bend
A tear is made of more than water
And a hug gives more than heat
Some things have so much more to offer
They are slightly more discreet
I would pray to God for your future
But I see his hand on your soul and mind
I know His plan for you could not be richer
Your hearts desires in him you will find
There are more to dreams then sleeping
And more to a photo then a 2D image
No matter what life may bring
In the wind a rose must have courage
