Just letting you know I wrote it I sounds like a i woke up at two in the morning and wrote this half awake it's because that's exactly what I did.
How strange it is to be anybody at all
A poem about uncertainty in what our world is
I try to label that which cannot be
I try to put words to the world, but none of them seem to stick
I try to make sense of things in any way I can
But the world lives in shades of orange
so no need to say it's red or yellow
to understand it all seems like a blessing yet might take away the meaning
maybe what's up there wants us to know there's no making sense if it
maybe there's nothing up there and we are trying to sooth ourselves of troubles and explanations
do things happen for a reason or do we choose to believe in such because it eases the pain of the human experience
who I to say what is or what isn't
all I know is what I don't
stories to write stories to tell
A poem about chaotic academia
Taking notes with a beautiful pen in a soft leather notebook
dim lights flickering throughout the night
classic music while trying to understand the poetry in front of you
books with notes to a person you'll never meet
letters to yourself past present future
bike rides through the woods
picnics in the grave yard a few miles away
studying on the floor books spread for miles
late nights with the moon and early nights with the sun
YOU ARE READING
The colors of spring and winter
PoesíaA poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dicti...
