Growing Up

When did I grow up so fast

Because I still feel the same chills

As I did when I was a child

Who stood around the corner

Far from the other kids

Just like now

I stand around relentlessly

Infinitely unsure

On whether to step into the game

Or flake out

Only difference between now

And me as a child

Is that I don’t cry as often

And I wish I could.

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Sip of words and Snack at color

Let me sip my cup of words

and nibble on a bite of color

for both together

give the most luxurious belch!

intoxicated with inspiration

I forget all my aggravation,

all, at the quench of my thirst!

Let me tip my pen in honor of my reader

and flip my brush in honor of my admirer

For I feel I have found an old friend named satisfaction

at the silent consumption

of this humble interaction!

 

A mess of truths (experience)

I said Goodbye to a closed door

belonging to an empty room

and walked away

with its mess in my head,

and my hands empty-handed, yet

trailing behind me

a massive shadow of guilt,

for yet again,

I wasted my time

for taking the burden and swiping out the room

but this time, I will dare say

that the mess in my head-

I will make sure to clear it away

and chisel the hidden crystal truths

into perfectly chiseled realities

for me to adorn myself with, as necklaces

bangles, and rings.

this is the collection of luxury

I earn through the misery

of leaving an unsolved mystery

of an empty room

with all its content

stolen and stuffed into my little head.

Is Past to Blame?

Tell me, how am I supposed to feel

When all I get are crazy things to hear

my childhood was full of fights and nights of tears

I grew up shy with no words to ever say

I’ve never had no friends and today it’s still the same.

And now I’m always afraid of what move to make.

I feel like I’m stuck- I’ve lost from the beginning

Maybe it’s fate, or maybe I’m sinning.

I was never free, despite what it appears to be

But I’ve held onto faith and smile for hope.

I know I’m alone, but from above there’s a rope

for me to climb up, and let all else go-

ignore what’s happening, and keep writing

my list of wishes,

like how I wish someone would do the dishes-

I still struggle to live as life should be

But maybe one day, I’ll live as me

With a tough past, but free of grief.

and maybe I’ll finally write

when I’m not sad, but happy.