I feel that I must keep my emotions filed away. I always am that one stubborn fray. Through my perception, the world is grey with such dullness beyond compare. My life just feels like a constant, anti climactic tear. I am always aware, but I act like I don't even begin to care. Moments filled with positivity are often rare, like a rabbit escaping a brutal snare. One day you have everything, but the next you are stranded with nothing except dangerous thoughts. Always pondering about how even in the future you will be bound to these everlasting burdens, in a way like infamous, untie-able triple knots. Frequently dreaming about when these bizarre plots will launch away into space forever like astronauts. I was always taught to keep fighting, but how do you continue on when everything you've ever desired vanishes before your own eyes. My words of advice to all is that when you are on Cloud 9, cherish the moments, the seconds, the milliseconds, because it could be gone when you need it the most, like a game show who needs its host.
A/N September 1st, 2017~ Here is my first poem, I hope you liked it:) I wrote this one in 7th grade btw. 7th grade was the worst year for me, but school has been looking better ever since. School and just my life in general is way better now, although I think it is important to observe the past so I'm even more grateful for the good days:) Until the next poem<3
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Years Young
PoetryWords derived from a young person who's mind won't stop coming up with constant rhymes at all times.
