So yeah, this would be my first poem.


bursting out

Writing is new to me.

Writing is a dark passageway.
Unlit, and unwelcome.
The cold grounds send
shivering chills down my spine.
Yet, it is thrilling,
drawing me in nearer and nearer,
wanting to reach the end.

My mind scares me.
like a maze,
too many twists and turns.
I never know when a thought will jump
out and yell BOO!,
shifting me into a sudden fit of tears.
I can poke and prod for hours
with no trace of a resolution.

My words are easy,
immature and simple to understand.
My thoughts are ridiculous
and never-ending.
My life written down by myself,
would be a child's book.
My life according to my brain and heart
is a devastating mystery.

Everything in my head
is unorganized,
tangled and half broken.
It is all a mess of
silly string.
I cannot distinguish where
one end of this disaster starts
and where it ends.

How the hell am I supposed to
cover up the chaos within my mind
in the beauty of a poem?
It is impossible and
out of my grasp.



Poetry by hrose112
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Written on 2008-11-21 at 05:27

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Rachy
WOW! That's well done. Please write more poems. I can't wait to read more of your poems.
2008-11-21


rgaunt
wonderfully written (:
you have talent, miss haley rose
2008-11-21