Hands shaking
Knees quaking
Everything making
It hard to breathe
Music pounding
Words resounding
Pencil clicking
Time is ticking
The world passes me by
Just another kid who climbed too high
Dreamed too hard, fell too soon
Another kid who never reached the moon
But when a falling star waves from its descent
Do you wish the dreams you once had?
Do you wish for life with a little more sunshine
And a little less sad?
Do you remember slipping down
On the sun's cool ray?
The stars pouring from your eyes
That warm December day
The first time you picked up a pen
To tell your untitled poem to the wind
The branch broke
And you tumbled through the leaves
The words followed after
Sticking to your sleeve
Entire worlds woven into threads
Entire conversations before unsaid
So when you reach up to brush a tear aside
The words stood soldiers with no where to hide
Read me a symphony
Sing me a book
Don't think about
The things they took
I know you can't see the sun
Or understand that someone
Could love you
But it's true
Ask them to sign your scars
So you don't break a name
Push through the tide
By your side
You'll never be the same
A/N I'm not quite sure what this is. It's words, yes, but they don't make any sense. I'm sorry for my writing, and the people who click on it thinking they'll get actual poetry. I'm sorry to say, that's not the case.
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PoésieAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
