I'm not great at playing offense
Let's get that out of the way
But it's nice to meet you
I don't hit home runs
But I know how to throw
Like an underdog
I am defensive when I'm not talking
It's the thing I can do
It's really just the illusion of control
Being offensive
Is a thing that I can't really seem to be able to do
I'm too nice
So I don't set boundaries
Or go around punching people in the face
Because some people probably deserve it
I'm more of a pitcher
Of complaints
Rather than a batter
So
Before you go I must ask,
Are you on my team?
Trees in the winter are skeletons
But now they are beaded with buds
Grass greener than ever
To make up for being dead
Overcompensation
Before burn out
It will all soon happen again
And without knowing it,
I will grow into
Good territory or bad
I may be stuck here but
It’s my choice where my roots go
I will see it through in the weather
And the seasons of weakness
Even though I gave you the secret key
To me
I can still very easily lock you out
Don't you doubt
You have the key but I can change the lock
Then all you would be able to do is walk
Away
Dismay
No one will be able to get in
I'll grin
Every time you fail to get in
I will win
I won't let you see
Me
I'll slam the door
And you'll be crying on the floor
If you declare war
I know how to make a bulletproof door
You won't be able to bribe me out
So you shout
Nothing is getting out or in
No mocking jay pin
Once I'm inside that locked door
I'll soar
I'll run as fast as I can
To where the land
Ends
But that depends
I must keep my storms
Inside more
Maybe that's why people leave
My storm puts them inside a blizzard, I believe
“Conceal don't feel”
That's what I've always done, it's real
The cold of the storm never bothered me anyway
I'll make all the fakes pay
"Let it go"
No!
The door is closed
I'll be completely enclosed
You can't save me
If I don't want to be
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!
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
I don't like having a safety blanket
The kind that your grandma knit
When I have one I cut it
It makes me feel vulnerable
This is why I'm not exactly hug-able
Unfortunately for me I'm like-able
So in my case
I don't like the safe space
Or seeing your face
I don't want to get attacked so I'm going to keep my distance
Yes, I am probably causing the resistance
No, I don't need any assistance
Yes it's bizarre
Watch out when you're not looking I'll crash your car
I'll earn a new scar
Go out smashing windows
That's not even one of my lowest of lows
My safety blanket does not run with the flow
Without one I'm able to go around looking for trouble
Making love to this town's rubble
But if I had one, you could easily make me crumble
When I do have one I cut it
Especially the kind that your grandma knits
I dislike having a safety blanket
I don’t know what love is
I just can’t wrap my head around it
Like the size of the universe
Love makes people do crazy things, but it just usually makes me curse
How could you not lose hope and keep lining up shells?
Because of love
I am third wheeling it
And it’s lonely
But not for the lovers, only
They are unconsciously awake
Let’s travel
And get a plane ticket
To a place where our hearts don’t feel heavy with atmosphere
Dear,
Let’s start again
Even if I feel like a spring…
Stressed out
Is how I work
Otherwise
I just sit on my ass instead of taking to the skies
I need to get away to any other place
A new reality where I will not be a sad tragedy
But will have a happily ever after
Filled with much laughter
Because any other place has got to be better
I currently live in a deep cave of a library, that’s full of empty dreams
I stare at the ceiling as I scream with laryngitis
And I feel the shelves towering over me, all around
I'm a story that someone forgot to put down
And I just want to be put on the shelf
Sometimes it seems like I can see the most clearly when I am blinded by tears
Because that’s when I'm not avoiding my feelings
It’s like I am able to see the lopsided way the world moves
The inner working grooves
That are so complicatingly simple
I wonder not when, but if the pieces will ever fall together
Being the mismatching misfit that I am
I don’t know if I am a puzzle that can be put together; maybe I was made wrong
All along,
A factory mishap
I want you to hold me as close as pages of a book that are bound to the spine
Because maybe
You could force and weld pieces of me together and get readjusted
As I fall apart and become more rusted
Like the tin man
I have a heart
I just don’t like to let on to that,
It’s actually not stone cold at all
It’s quite the opposite
It’s all mushy and squishy
When I'm happy
Happiness won’t seem like a foreign word
And there will be tons of space
To run free at a great pace
I won’t feel like I'm constantly getting criticized
For just being me
No longer shall my work,
Be torn up by jerks
I won’t feel snappy
And the lines won’t be blurred
I won’t feel condemned to hide myself behind them
As a flower never give away your stem
There will be boundaries
Because people don’t think I deserve them
Because I'm not of age
And never will be because I'm just baby sage
I stopped dreaming
When I got tired of society feeding on my dreams
And twisting them into something I didn’t want
So I just played off nonchalant
But maybe one day
I’ll find myself…
Petting a german shepherd
While listening to Def Leppard deafeningly loud
And fall asleep with a tired smile
One that I wore all day
I’ll be able to get lost in a dream
And come up with even crazier schemes
I accidentally just fell in love with myself
It was a crack in my self loathing that will soon be mended
It was the messy hair
That was still messy despite the ponytail
Despite my favorite hat containing it
It was my blue eyes
Looking at me
In my baggy hand-me-down shirt
That makes me feel
Comfortable
It was knowing that I had clay all over me
A mess
But that's exactly what I am
And I know its a flaw
But sometimes
It's the one style I know how to rock
Part mess and part artist
I wasn't trying to love myself in this moment
It just happened
When I looked in the mirror
Because I was about to brush my teeth for the night
The reason why I'm about to fall
Is because I once stood tall
Just as quick and graceful as a fawn
You are gone
‘Twas all but a dream
You secretly made me beam
Even though I shuddered
And muttered
You were so patient like the paper I leak ink on
You are gone
Big sister
Now you're a big blister
That I will never fully comprehend
A message I might send
But I know I will slip away like sand
In your pretty young hands
I felt so safe
But now I feel the chafe
We had fun
What's done is done
‘Twas all but a silly nightmare
‘Twas just a tear,
In the page,
Of a script who’s fate was to drift off stage
And that was the reason why I fell
Into this well
At dark dawn
I am gone...
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Hell hooky herd health
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Kill kids knowledge
Low lock luck look
Monday machine mandatory math
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Xlyophone x's
Yearn youth year yawn
Zero zoo zone
Hello over there! I love writing poetry. I have a dream of becoming a writer! I hope that my poetry makes you feel like you're not in this world all alone.
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