I didn't really know what to put in here as my first publishing thingy. So I chose a piece of work I did in class, for my teacher. It was supposed to be about the joys and pains of growing up, and adolescence.

Warm and loving,

And a soft touch, and clean and happy


Security , always  secure.


And a hard shove into

A brutal world so

cold and

Harsh and so



And blood on my knees

That coagulates, and marks where I’ve fallen,


And mud on my hands,

And confusion, constant confusion.


And it’s like screaming,

Only no one notices, because they’re screaming too.


And every rock,

Every stone that cuts my skin,

Makes me crawl a little further,

And as I pass the clouds,

They whisper to me,

As the grey on the stones rubs

My fingers white and chalky.


And when I’m on that plateau above the sky,

I can finally stand up,

And make my legs hold me, for they’ve carried me this far.

And then I can stand,

Above the clouds that mocked me,

The falling rocks that drop as I rise,

And I can stand above them,

And laugh.



Submitted: November 06, 2011

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nice poem

Sun, November 6th, 2011 10:44pm



Sun, November 6th, 2011 8:52pm

Time Traveler

Your first poem is really well written....good start...
and I like it!

Sun, November 6th, 2011 11:42pm


thanks heaps!

Sun, November 6th, 2011 8:52pm


thanks guys! that's really nice of you. If you like, I'll try and see if I can find some older ones of mine for you. :)

Mon, November 7th, 2011 12:08am


I love this tat! Do you know how to reply to comments? Just click on the comments and click reply! Ily I loved this poem it is very expressive!!

Mon, November 7th, 2011 1:40am


oh wow! you can reply to them and everything! Thnx!

Sun, November 6th, 2011 8:51pm

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