Poetic Endeavors: Young Girl Dreams 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poems written when I saw young inspired from anything and everything!

Submitted: May 15, 2014

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Submitted: May 15, 2014

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The Wake-Up Call

A stormy Tuesday

 

the worst storm in years

 

has put me this way

 

awakened my worst fears

 

 

 

I've been taking my time

 

treating my work like wine

 

thinkin it gets better with age

 

believin my words are safe on a page

 

 

 

but i got so mad at myself during the storm

 

how could i have been such a fool?

 

how could i have conformed?

 

when did i start to play by their rules?

 

 

 

Unlike Emily I have no one to carry on

 

My planning has been all wrong

 

I see the destruction and the damage on the news

 

its given me a strong case of the blues

 

 

 

Trying not to panic but I can't seem to forget

 

I can't help but feel regret

 

so much time that I've let pass

 

Time has gone by so fast

 

 

 

I don't want to hold back anymore

 

But I don't know how to soar

 

I know it all can't fall into my lap

 

or with a finger snap

 

 

 

The fire within me is ablaze

 

I can't have any more delays

 

I know I was made for this

 

But I can't keep it a wish

 

 

 

I'm a dreamer but I need to get real

 

i can't stand the way i feel

 

i know i still need to stay above it all

 

and embrace this wake-up call

 

 

 

Poor Pitiful Me

It's something I can't and will never be able to understand

 

I woke up yesterday feeling grand

 

Then somewhere a grave mistake was made

 

and my healthy self began to fade

 

my throat started feeling a little bad

 

my watery eyes made me look so sad

 

then my nose started to drip

 

and then everything took a dip

 

now today i have no voice

 

my mandatory class gave me no choice

 

there is a slight pain in my head

 

Swallowing spit fills me with dread

 

i nod as I pass people by

 

I can't even squeak out "hi"

 

oh why oh why did i have to get sick

 

sucky cold medicine doesn't do the trick

 

When or when will I be free?

 

And stop being poor pitiful me! :(

 

Don't Let Me Sabotage This

 

When we kiss

 

it's transforming bliss

 

but i can't put to rest

 

though I'm trying my best

 

things are going so well

 

but surely it will all go to Hell

 

I feel so whole

 

You're the mate for my soul

 

but on eggshells i'm walking

 

watching my words when we're talking

 

but i'm bound to slip

 

things are bound to flip

 

in my mind a vivid love montage

 

or will you be like a desert mirage?

 

i'm wearing boots and you a suit

 

How long will you be mine, Mr. Klute?

 

I get no answers from my shrink

 

I don't know what to think

 

I only know I love it when we kiss

 

Please don't let me sabotage this.

 

As Days and Years Go By...

I push you away when I want you

 

I win you back when there's too much space

 

Not sure why I do what I do

 

Maybe it's the thrill of the chase

 

the fear commitment brings

 

the dullness of routine

 

I like new things

 

it sounds mean

 

but i rather be real

 

not fake and polite

 

say what i feel

 

before i take flight

 

having a good time

 

light and free

 

not calling anyone mine

 

no need but that's me

 

i don't like regulations and rules

 

a piece of paper won't keep me at your side

 

the institution fools

 

my heart is my guide

 

loving me right

 

not just at the start

 

discussions but no fist fight

 

peace or we part

 

maybe there's a reason

 

for me not settling down

 

maybe its not yet our season

 

fate may get around

 

if its meant to be

 

only time will tell

 

for you and me

 

if not all is well

 

memories may fade but they last

 

you were a pain but fun

 

a headache and a blast

 

i'll play it like a rerun

 

my heart may move on

 

or my love may grow

 

right or wrong

 

i'll go with the flow

 

you can go or stay

 

have happiness or tears

 

come what may

 

in the next few days or years.

 


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