I Don't Think You Know

The Sky Is The Limit

This is a poem I wrote for a competition, I never entered. The other classes were forced to enter (LOL, take that poetry-haters!) and my friend won in the end! But I just thought I'd post mine.

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Here on the ground with all these people,

Waiting for someone to notice you're there,

But after a while you start to wonder,

Does anybody really care?

With or without you would life go on?

You start to wonder if you really belong,

Look out of the window and into the light,

Withdrawing your mind from the name calling and fight,

Sit down and write a poem that doesn't make sense,

Be individual, keep people in suspense.

When you start writing your mind just takes over,

Drunk on the words, no way to stay sober,

The words, they always win it,

When I'm writing,

The sky is the limit.

Clouds are my writing,

So happy and free,

But when I drop to the ground,

The clouds I can't see,

Not with my eyes,

Which become black as coal,

But with two things,

My body and soul.

I scrap all the emotion from my emotional day,

Paint out a picture, write out a play,

Anything to blind out the fear they torment me,

Mocking anything,

But they cannot see...

But I can do it.

I look out of my window and into the sun,

Realising my life has just begun,

And now with my new life,

This very first minute,

I write a poem,

Called the Sky Is The Limit.