Poetry

Am I doing this right? 
Is there some rule book for college that my mom never made me read?

Was it lost in translation because I was never popular? 
Or maybe because my parents had stricter rules?

MY HEART IS ONLY ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY FIST. I HAVE WEAK ARMS, SO MY FISTS DON'T HIT VERY HARD. MY HEART IS DIFFERENT IN THIS REGARD.

You should stop yelling

The clutter; I’m broken wings

Is peace just that hard?

The promise carved in ink was grand,

Yet some fell out of the bounds of its claims.

Noble words, though finely planned,

Still bent for power, wealth, and name.

it is Halloween morning

and pouring rain.

wake up & look out the window -

When did our country become a monarchy?

When did it become an autocracy?

We vote, yes

But this new ruler

This new president

This new king

He’s broken law after law

Stripped away peoples rights

I look at the sky,

The clouds paint pinks and oranges,

The sun shines yellow into the skyline.

Does the sky care about things humans ignore?

The clouds stream tears of pollution,

To have hope is to have a crown,

A pendant of confidence,

An oath to a future.

Hope is beautiful,

Occupies the minds of many

poetry is false

and i am fake, 

the world is spinning 

on an invisible axel

and i am screaming 

at the top of my lungs

out into darkness

with no one to hear me

Lady Liberty,

Standing tall,

Signifying freedom,

Yet we’ve lost it all.

Your copper figure

Has shifted to a remarkable green,

In early days, the hearth still glowed,

With laughter rich and voices clear,

The windows whole, the garden sowed,

A haven calm and free of fear.

We built our towers high and bright,

But lost the world to fire and pride.

We claimed to chase the truth and light,

Yet left our forged wisdom behind.