Category: Poetry

Small-Town Boy Volume 1

Small-town boy in a big arcadeI got addicted to a losing gameAll of the love, once full, has frayedThe Cupid must have really bad aim *I know this is short, it is part of a bigger story. I will post volumes of my Small-Town Boy series about once a week along with my weekly post.…

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the bottom of the ocean.

The bottom of the oceanIs where I reside.Dark and scaryWith creatures lurking.It gets lonely down hereWhere my only friend is a fish.I might just give in to the creatures.The creatures waiting to attack,They smell my fear.They love it.I might give them what they want.I don’t know what else to do.I’m in their habitat.I’m lost with…

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One Person Battle

Everyone talks, but they never do.“I’ll help you” but you don’t.“I’ll do it” but I do.“I’m here for you” but you’re not. We are alone in this war we call life.No one can help us move forward but ourselves.We all say we will help,But our battles aren’t fought with armies. It’s a one person battle…

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im too delicate.

I’m torn apartLike a sheet of paper.Ripped to shredsAs I try gluing the pieces back together. “I’m proud of you” my parents say,But how can they be proud?I’m weaker than paper,But built from something stronger than wood. It’s like I am the next graded testWaiting for the shredder’s next appearance.I’m just waiting for that student,The…

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history is useful.

One bad day can kill.It can kill your hopes and dreams.It can kill your smilesAnd replace them with frowns.But there’s something history class taught me:You can lose a battleBut still win the war.

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im a scared puppet.

Have you ever sat back, and looked at how successful everyone around you is? Everyone is going for something, but here you are letting everything else guide you. Your anxiety and everyone else’s needs consume you. You push all of your needs aside because someone needs something. Or maybe your mom doesn’t feel like taking…

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F*CK ANXIETY

As he walks up to me, anxiety, my closest friend, says hi. Hands shake. Voice Breaks, Heart skips. Tears drip. I want to talk to him, but I can’t. Anxiety wants my attention. I really wish I could get his name, but I am distracted. I can’t do anything I want to do. I can…

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The Ambiguity of Life

Life is ambiguous. It can be my worst nightmare Or it can be a fairytale. There’s not much I can do, But try reaching the Beast to my Beauty Or the Prince Charming to my Cinderella. Knowing my luck, The best I’ll do Is find the Joker to my Harley Quinn.

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