Teach Me

teach me
o woundrus authors
o amazing leaders
teach me how
to write the day away
to pour my heart
upon a page
teach me
teach me how
to cry words
to feel smiles
to understand little things
teach me
teach me how to dip my quill
into the ink
of wisdom
teach my how to
fly away
on wings of paper
and soar to freedom
teach me how
to escape reality
and break free
of rules
and boundries
teach me how to write
and us my words
as a weapon
against the hate and violence
teach me
 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

More by EverlastingWaves

  • Thoughts after the fair

    I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.

  • october, my love

    october,
    my love,
    it is good to see you once again.

    although it appears i have missed
    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

    i walked along the street to visit you,
    and looked up,
  • scratches

    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin