What

I don’t’ understand the need for a rule in poetry

I hate poetry

We have rules in poetry

I don’t understand poetry

Art is beautiful so let it be free

I love poetry

So many rules 

It lights up a fuel

I just went on rhymezone 

So I can find a word that rhymes with fuel

Did I Just Break a Rule?

I guess this isn’t creative 

I dislike poetry 

This is the stuff I may give 

I beg of you to give me a grade

I’ll find a way to be Persuasive

Looking at a rubric 

A bad grade will box me like a cube did

Music

Fabric

I will rhyme pubic with I need an acoustic to make music

So many rhymes

Not enough time

This thing of a poem is a crime

Sometimes

I wanna rhyme without a doc telling me to

This is my view 

Sorry to disappoint you

I’ll go over it at the review

So many rules

Is this a poem?

thud, thud

the deafening pulse of the train at 3 am

mimics the throbbing surge of solicitude within me.

lavender moonlight ebbs onto the darkest of eyes

eyes as dark as her demons

demons that linger patiently in her head.

cotton sheets, milky white and thick, but

the walls are drenched in black tears

so there on the bed I lie,

to myself.

Based on the album cover made by Sam McKinniss for the album “Melodrama” by Lorde

The artwork has no name

Days have gone

I still feel the same way

No different

From yesterday

The day before that

Or a day since that year

It’s still all the same

No change

No movement

No nothing

Nothing

Absolutely nothing

Nothing at all

The days feel all the same

Dull and as if time has stop

But time moves so quickly

I fear

Yes, fear

That this will never change

Change would be nice

But my soul refuses to move

What if I never forget

But I don’t want to forget

But I have to

But I don’t want to

I’m in rapid decay

I feel my skin slowing drying out

Flaking off

Like a fish?

Yea like a fish

A fish out of water

A fish suffocating without water

Lost of breathe

This may never end

I’m not ok with that

Yet, I haven’t done anything

A cycle of never ending

Never ending?

Yes, never ending

Of what?

Never ending

Fear?

I guess

Sadness?

Probably

Loneliness?

Maybe

I remember the days of when time wasn’t like this

It was pure bliss like the garden of Eden

There was love and happiness

But those days are gone

Time to move on

I guess

I guess?

I guess I hope the past would repeat itself again.

As the sun sets you start to see the stars

During the night, you can see very bright Lights

Day, morning, you look at the Sky

As you walk around, you turn to spot Cat 

The animals turn around and points at a Basket 

The case has fruits, water and it makes you have Faith

The case is very sweet and fills you with Faith

As start to get up, you notice a shooting star

As you close your eyes, you drop your Basket 

You bend to pick it up, you notice Lights

You see that there was mirror inside, and reflection of a Cat

The animals appear to be dancing in the Sky

The mirror makes tiny piece of the Sky

The piece as scattered around, and you wonder if this a test of Faith

You collect the piece one by one until an perceive an illusion of a Cat

You look at it eye and notice a stars

It eyes burn with bright Lights

You put all the piece back into the Basket 

As you walk around and carry the Basket

You feel a something wet and look at the Sky

You notice that it dark and can’t find any Lights

You run towards the nearest tree and believe in your Faith

You hope that dark can be chase away by the stars

As you sit near the tree, you spot a shadow of a Cat

The shadow comes closer, and it appears to be a Cat

The animal crawls around your   Basket

You begin to draw on the dirt, a picture of a stars

You draw one by one, hoping it appears on the Sky

You want to go out and have Faith

As you sit around, you detect Lights

It appears to be a very strong Lights

It’s too much, that you turn to detect the Cat

You can’t find it and want to have Faith

You notice that there no Basket

You turn around and see a painting of the Sky

The painting appears to have stars

You find yourself at a bed and the room is decorative with stars and it covered in Lights

You see the room has painting of different Sky and notice a toy of a Cat

At you left, there a Basket  and a card that read “Have Faith”

To the public, we were married  

but behind closed doors, you beat me.  

Could not guarantee me safety  

your emotions often varied  

take a look at me now, buried,  

tucked under dirt, they’ll find me here.  

First slip up? Being insincere  

because the world knows you did it  

baby, you were so dishonest  

and you can’t make me disappear.

sunset

Amazing view 

Like a painters pallet 

colors blended, oh I wonder

Unique 

I walk past quickly taking a glance 

My old classroom still I stood 

New things stuck in a trance 

The sound of my loud old neighborhood 

The place I took my chance  

One day I knew I could 

A friendly scene to grow 

Not to forget my roots, though

Today I took all of my discouragement

And put it into a can

I set it up on the floor

And stepped on it until it was crushed

All my life I have been told

“You cannot …” 

Constantly discouraged,

Kicked to the side,

I don’t look like my mom or dad or brother

I am different so I do not belong

My parents didn’t go to college,

I didn’t get good grades,

“You won’t make it, just work a job you’ll hate”, they’d say

I believed in myself,

I took the discouragement 

And put it into a can

I crushed it until it was merely dust

Unlike the little engine that could,

I don’t think I can,

I know I can.

I love you, I hate you
How does one revert to love after years of loathing?
How does one show sympathy,
When one lacks empathy?

I hate you, I love you,
For better or worse, you are
who you are.

The thin line between love feels so thick,
You’re so sublime and repulsive
All at the same time.

But we’ve evolved,
It’s time to put past emotions to the side
So for the betterment of you and I,
I hate you, I love you.

He found himself timid around the other boys,

Why did he have Butterflies in his stomach?

Was it jealousy- the desire to be just like them?

Or was it something more idyllic?

Wear less ill-fitting jeans.

Try to talk without using your hands too much.

Maybe then it wouldn’t matter- because you will be just like everyone else.

Why was it that something so beautiful, has over time grown to become something you resented?

You forsake anything that resembles it.

It takes years- but every day an internal battle.

Like the colors of a rainbow- you remain set.

There are multiple variations of each intrinsic set of hues.

In the end, it doesn’t matter anyway.

You know what you truly are.

It all comes down to just naming it.

Even then, for the time being- you’ll still forsake it.