I wonder everyday
what its like
To have a life
To wake up every morning
And to smile or yawn
To live for a reason
I look outside
Trees flowers and sun
And back to my mirror
My empty eyes
Are such a contrast
To the beauty outside
I guess I'm a robot
Just programmed to do
Just eat sleep repeat
To live for real
To hurt and feel
To lie and steal
Whether it's wrong or right
A solution or a fight
At least I'd be alive
But my eyes
Forever empty
Represent what's inside
Nothing
Not much to do
How about you?
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Story : I was on a bus and everyone was alive. I put my headphones on and realized I never really wanted to join them.
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A/N woopie!
I have big plans for this book. (I have like 10 drafts I need to edit) but I am the worst when it comes to consistency. So I'll try to post every day, and work on 10 other ones at the same time . I entered the book in the Wattys (because why not?) and want to get all my latest poems out.
The chapter is short, and I'm sorry. But at least you'll have a short one everyday and one of my longer ones 2-3 times a week. I count that as an upgrade.
Question to you all: What is one of your goals in life that is practically impossible.
Mine is becoming an author....
YOU ARE READING
Poetic-ness
PoetryAll this is Is ink on page But its almost magic As I type it all out All thoughts All emotions All fears and dreams I wonder if you'll take the time To peek through And watch my progress From old to new. Poems and Haikus of A Girl With Nothing Bette...
