i tried to write poems
that were happy and light
really, i tried,
with all of my might
but every time a poem
was going well
something would happen
and it would go to hell
of poem of a smile
would turn to a frown
and a poem of the sun
would burn the world down
it would escalate quickly
and there was nothing i could do
fot i never had control of what
my poems would be when through
its like they write themselves
and i just hold the pen
the words create their own stanzas
and im just here again
so im sorry if i worry you
with my leaning towards the bad
but thats just what i can do
with the mind that i have
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
