young poet
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I long for the days of childhood innocence
The days where the greatest joys in life were drawn from toys and books
When being pulled into a warm, affectionate squeeze meant forgiveness
I am the wild youth.
I am made to become something as I had started,
But I stand here as nothing.
My voice is the loudest, the most rebellious, and the angriest,
Love comes gently.
A grazing of hands or
A smile.
It is then that you will realize that love,
Is not searched for,
But found.
It's this weird feeling
like someone just gave you a sip of water
after a life long drought
like seeing the sun set for the first time
after years of being blind
love is something like that
My heart is choking, Pain trying to silence it.Every beat more painful than the last.With every tear held back the pain strengthens.But no one must know the pain inside.
Four long years you've been gone.We miss you.Every year we have to realize more and more that you're gone. The pain unbearing. My heart still tearing. No more advice. No more caring touch.
Expectations are now at thier highest peak.Senior year and I'm still a freak.I'm sorry.I apologize. Please turn away, don't watch me cry. I will never be what you want of me. I'm so sorry.
Everyone shares, but not everyone cares. Poor child putting her heart out for the vultures.Just for a stroke of approval.Why?Because society says approval is needed. Human nature says approval is needed.
My life was a whirlwind of suffering, but only within my mind.
My day to day hardships don't always happen in real time.
My life was dark, dead, and dreary.
Mysterious, Unusual, and Now Known.
T'was Dark and Morbid With No Mercy Shown.
Poor, Poor, Poe.
Found in A Gutter Outside A Bar.
My Responsibility to America is to abide by her laws.
My Responsibility to America is to take care of her elders.
My Responsibility to America is to choose her leaders.
I am so tired of losing my young black brothers.
And its starting to hurt worse cause if he aint in jail he's getting lifted into a hearse.
All because he had heart, passion, and he was on a mission.
He dons a sunny Sunday suit
Yellow and black
Yellow and black
He dons a sunny Sunday suit
Color it, Pat
Color it, Pat
He is your creation
He is your toy
He dons what you dare draw,
