Fall -- General Writing

Tears are hiding behind your feeble eyes
Your heart listens to the steady breathing of wisdom
While the duration of your capabilities seem to weaken
The subtleties of your mind awake to a new subject
As you remain oblivious to the usage of words
Your uncertainty ravels her thoughts
As she questions your complications
Your mind circulates to your true convictions
As they tease your heart with honesty
You wish she could decipher your integrity
So you could escape a hysteria of desperation
But security overwhelms you as droplets secrete from your face

Tears are hiding behind your feeble eyes
Your heart listens to the steady breathing of wisdom
While the duration of your capabilities seem to weaken
The subtleties of your mind awake to a new subject
As you remain oblivious to the usage of words
Your uncertainty ravels her thoughts
As she questions your complications
Your mind circulates to your true convictions
As they tease your heart with honesty
You wish she could decipher your integrity
So you could escape a hysteria of desperation
But security overwhelms you as droplets secrete from your face

[Chorus]
It’s been three month’s
And you think you know me
But who’s to say I haven’t changed?
Who’s to say that you’ve been better?
All this time has been pretend
And it’s just another trend
It’s not like this is new to me
New to me
New to me

[Verse One]
I wake up every morning
To the sound of your anger
And the voice of no warning
Your rage is no stranger
We can all be scared
In the midst of danger
Because it’s not like you’ve cared

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
My heart’s shattered to pieces
You never mended what was and could’ve been
It’s all just happening again
You end up running off the edge
Hurting everyone on your way
You never restrain from the past
But I guess it’s the price you pay

[Chorus]

I hate
Comparison
I dread
The deep
Judgment
Of difference
I’m irritated
How it
Winds through
Society
Sinking into
Our automatic
thoughts
I loathe
Any second
Glance
That isn’t
Quick acceptance
In my head
Even the
Angry words
I am writing
It bothers me
How you might
Be using
Any negative
Words about
This poem
Because
Your comparing
It to others
Right now
And you
Don’t think
There’s anything
Wrong with that

As i walk down these halls for the last time I rmemeber what has happened and what possilbly could happen in the coming years. The first year went by a little slow but we all made it through. Classes went by a slower the we normaly intended and we didn't really know what was goin on. The second year you moce on step up you kin of know what your doin and where your going. Your bigger then the 6th graders but your still below the 8th. The biggest season of my life in basket ball. The team went 17-1 with the only loss goin to indian river. My whole team has togeth since 2nd grade. Then finally 8th grade your king of the school you know the school and you know most of the teachers.

As i walk down these halls for the last time I rmemeber what has happened and what possilbly could happen in the coming years. The first year went by a little slow but we all made it through. Classes went by a slower the we normaly intended and we didn't really know what was goin on. The second year you moce on step up you kin of know what your doin and where your going. Your bigger then the 6th graders but your still below the 8th. The biggest season of my life in basket ball. The team went 17-1 with the only loss goin to indian river. My whole team has togeth since 2nd grade. Then finally 8th grade your king of the school you know the school and you know most of the teachers.

Doors open
Doors close.
Doors creak
Doors squeak.
Doors are entryways
Doors are dead ends.
They whisper
They yell.
Doors are big
Doors are small.
They protect
They unveil.
Doors share secrets
Doors keep secrets.
Doors open
Doors close.

So soon it ends,
in one year,
everything will change.
everything.

All will be leave
Some will succeed.
Some will fail.
Some will be left behind.
Some I may cross paths with
but
All will leave.

In a sense,
it's a reboot.
a new beginning.
a sucess.
a new way of living.
the first day of the rest of your life.
so they say often,
repeating it as though it is law.

Some parts are good,
leaving behind
the fake,
the plastic,
the insecure,
the immature.

Yet some are far worse,
leaving the best friends
the ones who really mattered
the ones you love
for a new life somewhere else.

At the end,
all of the struggles,
the successes,
the pain,
the sorrow,
the sadness,
is rendered moot.

At the end,
everything changes.

A shaft of moonlight seeps through your window and rests on your pillow.

You check your clock, 12:00, you try to sleep but you can't.

You look out your window at the cool night.

The moonlight on the driveway, as puddles of shadow, endless.

Sections of sky woven seamlessly together.

It makes you wonder.... Why.

And in that moment your head rests on your pillow and your imagination soars.

A shaft of moonlight seeps through your window and rests on your pillow.

You check your clock, 12:00, you try to sleep but you can't.

You look out your window at the cool night.

The moonlight on the driveway, as puddles of shadow, endless.

Sections of sky woven seamlessly together.

It makes you wonder... Why.

And in that moment your head rests on your pillow and your imagination soars.

My father needed
very few things
to stay content.

A pack of cigarettes
and her quick wit
to smoke them with

He found her in med school
Ironic,
where he won her over
with peppermint sticks.

His candy
and hers
Both balanced between
their lips.

It went like this
for 20 years
He’d smoke
She’d laugh.

But his work,
it left her alone
and in time her,
sweet tooth died.

So she left him.
with his worthless
Cigerettes.

My father needed
very few things
to stay content.

A pack of cigarettes
and her quick wit
to smoke them with

He found her in med school
Ironic,
where he won her over
with peppermint sticks.

His candy
and hers
Both balanced between
their lips.

It went like this
for 20 years
He’d smoke
She’d laugh.

But his work
left her alone
and in time her,
sweet tooth died.

So she left him.
alone with worthless
Cigerettes.

I lie awake uncovered and cold,
Ready to be fixed and read to be mold,
Into what my parents think I should be
But as I see it, thats just not me.

Their dreams for me expand as i go
I want to be free and I want to grow,
Into myself and to reach my dreams,
Too bad they don't know what NO really means.

I want to be a tattoo artist,
But no, they want me to be a biologist.
Art is my life they just don't understand,
That I can make magic with the stroke of my hand.

I need them to understand how I feel.
I'm not a banana ready for them to just peel.
I'll become something that I really want,
I dont care if they laugh, I don't care if they taunt.

Cradled in your arms,
My head upon your chest,
I hear your heartbeat,
Strong and steady.
I listen to your breathing,
Slow and deep.
Listening to the rhythm of your heart,
Coupled with your breaths,
It never fails to lull me
Into a deep, peaceful sleep.

With these words
I hope to convey to you
A sense of knowing.
More so, at least
Than the words
Shared with me
At my entrance to this
Strange club
This strange feeling.

Beware, because
There are those who
Would harm you
Around every corner.
They lurk in your
weaknesses.
They find their strengths
In your slow
But sure
Deterioration.

Beware, because
Nothing here
Is what it seems.
These doorways mean to
hold back, not inspire.
And the people waiting behind
Them, should you make it that
far would painfully,
without
feeling
kill you.

No, your body wouldn't
Stop functioning.
But your soul would.
And before you shirk
This advice
Ask yourself
If that is any better.