The
In between
The
Nothing
Where sky touches
Earth
Where the clouds
Sneeze on dirt
where.
I.
live.
My feet on the ground
And my head with the birds
Completely a mess
But perfectly arrange
Calls.
Me.
Home.
A little of two worlds
On torn sides
Never know what to pick
Do know I loath
All of both of it
I.
Am.
Stuck.
How my bodys is soild
But for some reason still floats
That I always hear both
Stories
So loud
It muffles my own
I.
Stand.
It.
Constant froces
Tuging and yanking
At my ignorance
And my naive nature
Make.
Me.
Chose.
I never know if I flying
Or drowing
Probably both
Probably Resting
In a dirt filled pool
placed in a bird filled sky
I.
Hate.
It.
Everyone making me chose
Don't do that
No do it
No don't
Do it
Words laced
With froced loyalty
And high expectations
I.
Live.
It.
It makes me crazy
Completely shuts me downs
Arguments and words
Coming from deep below
And oh so high
Pitching me.
Pitching me.
Right
In
The
Middle.
Inspiration: Family issues
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoesíaPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
