Outside
It's quiet out here
It smells like a bad dream I had when I was a kid
It's how the outside has always smelled to me
I was kidnapped in the dream
And it smelled just like this
I usually have panic attacks when I smell it
But I'm kinda used to it
I was reading
But I started hearing sounds from the woods behind my house
So I listened
Probably just animals
My music doesn't block anything out right now
It usually blocks stuff out at school
So I don't have to deal with people
Just me and my music
Without it there is just so much noise
Too much noise
No one likes noise
Sometimes I just wish I could make the noise stop
Just run away from all the noise.
It's getting darker
I can see the reflection of the sunset on the windows of the houses
I can hear cars
There is a ditch next to my house
It rarely floods
Sometimes I wonder, are ditches colder
Are they warm?
What is the satisfaction people get from sitting in them.
The smell gets stronger every time the wind blows
This is a random poem
If you can even call it that
But it's me
YOU ARE READING
Grass
PoetryThese poems tell how I view this life. What I believe people should think about when then are thinking. I wrote this on the spot mostly cause I'm stuck at school but I usually write. But I never post anything. I hope you like it
