A dumbbell for a stomach, thick, heavy and shallow.
A tornado for thoughts, crazy wild and messy.
A bike for legs, swift and steady,
Fear for hands, that are never ready.
The room gets smaller inch by inch
I bleed out, invisible blood without a twitch.
The mouth opens;no sound comes out
Though I am tall, I keep getting short and stout.
I cry out in frustration; no one hears.
I rejoice in celebration; and everyone is near.
I breath out fire, one that is wild and unpredictable
Then I breakdown, knowing the damage is urepairable.
I try following the rules, I break them like glass
I fit in no mold, category or class.
I get tired without doing any work-
My pessimistic thoughts, that I suppress,
At the very edge of my mind, they seem to lurk.
It's trapping me, the air-
Like a cage, shielding me from...
Being me;as if anyone would care!
And even if they did, should I find the courage to dare?
The happiness, it never lasts,
And the days seem to go by so fast.
Bringing about the ultimate end,
Though excited and scared I am,
A last adieu to those I love,
Should I send?
Who am I kidding?
I would never dare.
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Someone gimme feedback real quick or-
Also, next poems gonna be in the honor of mother's day, so no heavy stuff. I think. Depends on what I write tbh but yeah.
-A. Wood
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Poems by a stupid kid
PoetryBasically, some poems that I decided to write when I was too bored in physics or French class- some heavy, mostly light stuff. -A.Wood.
