If being calm were easy,
My tears would never fall,
Anger would never get the best of me,
My happiness wouldn't be denied,
My reasoning would feel justified.
If being calm was a snap,
I'd doowop and make jazz,
I'd dance to the swing beat,
I would sing, as if life were a musical, on the side of the street.
If being calm was like breathing,
It'd run deep into my blood,
It'd be engraved in my mind,
I'd only have a hard time of it when suffering soul-wrenching cries,
Or when trying to act out rushed lies.
But the calm won't come,
Never when I cry.
Always in the aftermath is when it comes,
When my mind is as clear as the summer skies.
But if I could be most calm when I feel the urge
To scream,
To cry,
To yell,
To lie,
To antagonize,
To hurry up and die,
That would be nice.
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And Me...
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
