DavidThePoet14
Do not be fooled by the young age, for the numbers are only mere labels to portray the longing existence of one. Numbers that in fact do not depict one's divine spirit or will. I hope you will ponder upon my words as if they were your own. Take them into deep consideration regardless of my appearance. I am a growing boy, only 15 years of age, and my dream is to one day impact the lives of many. I fantasize of a time where people will appreciate not me, but the words I've shared with them.
We hear it from our teachers, neighbors, friends;
Be cautious when swimming in the deep ends.
You could lose your sense of self,
And drown in the surrounding hurricane.
The urge is too great, the thrill so compelling
We’re drawn so close; the feeling keeps dwelling.
No matter how many times somebody says,
“You’re a fool to stay in the water.”
So we keep on swimming, in search of the perfect match,
Only to end up repairing yet another patch.
There isn’t much room left on the boat,
Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop us from targeting another fish.
It’s so unfair though, we don’t realize--
The harm within the victim which we fertilize.
It isn’t until the day that follows the tsunami
That we acknowledge we aren’t fish…
We are fishermen and women.
We cast our lines capturing countless casualties.
Luring them into a fatal trap.
The hook stings the prey,
Leaving us appear as bloodthirsty sharks.
The string is so durable, so magnetic.
Why can’t I just give in?
-David Rombouts-
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
Seeing the year come to an end
I’m coming to see a slight bend
Not just in the way I talk
But also in the way I walk
They say your actions speak louder
Than your words—they fade to powder
You can say all you want, whenever
But it won’t remain for-ever
I’ve come to view the final conclusion
That the recent past has been a delusion
I know what I must do to change
Looking across the vast range
It’s time to take into consideration
The aftermath of mass obliteration
Building a new strategy, gradually
Even if I have to do so manually
Twenty fourteen has come and passed
I just knew it wouldn't last
Twas once so shiny and glimmering
Now my thought sessions are differing
I have now become older and wiser
Or at least obtained an equalizer
My time on earth is simply amazing
And I shall continue on with my gazing
Whether change truly occurs
Solemnly relies on what transfers
Tis my choice to what comes of it
And if I decide to just forget…
All of the bad
All of the sad
All of the blue
All of the boo
Perhaps I will change for the better…
-David Rombouts-
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
I am lost, and in a way where it seems as if nobody, no not even myself can find me. As if trapped inside of Waldo’s body, I seem to be striped left and right with endless wonder about how exactly I came to such a state. Not knowing how or even when it all started, I happen to be stuck in my own labyrinth of a maze. My mind trailing on endlessly, looking, searching for any and all clues, but like a virus, everything of sanity had been dropped along the way. It all just vanished! If being completely lost was a form of art, I’d be the founder of the movement, which would proceed not to be called expressionism nor surrealism, but more likely known as Davidism. In some way I managed to confuse myself, the ultimate da Vinci Code! Which tunnel to take now is all a matter of eenie-meenie-miney-mo, and to come out the other end with total understanding seems absolutely impossible right now! I am lost, and I don’t trust anyone to find me…
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Do you ever come across that feeling of melancholy?
When you’re going too fast on that midnight trolley
Your head starts spinning in unfamiliar directions
While you’re left there, looking for defections
Do you ever feel like you aren't enough?
Everyone thinks it’s all a big bluff
But deep down inside you know it’s true
The whole world around you starts to turn blue
Do you ever feel that obligation?
When in school you want certification
Gaining the card that classifies you as
That one guy who is cooler than jazz
Do you ever feel pressured to fall?
Into a love in which you can’t call
A pointless relation clouds your mind
Pushing you farther from what you might find
Do you ever feel like you try too hard?
To fit into a jigsaw, but instead bombard
Looking for a clique that suits you best
Coming to feel like you’re better than the rest
Do you ever feel like you can’t be found?
Lost inside your own impound
Deceived by self-inflicting thought
You continue to feel even more distraught
Do you ever just want to run away?
Leave behind your past and go astray
Forget the life you lived at home
And elsewhere discover a new throne
Do you ever feel like life is a game?
A game in which you can’t come to claim
The honorable title as the winner
Settling down for the same old dinner
Do you ever wonder if you’re treated unfair?
You live thinking that you cannot bear
The dreadful thought of being singled out
Making you want to scream and shout
Do you ever feel like nobody understands?
Like you’re the only one stuck within the strands
Trapped inside an ignorant state of mind
Only to come all this way and find…
That you were wrong all along
It was all just a mixed up song
These steps you take throughout high school
Turn you into some kind of rotten fool
One day you will come to see
That it was all part of the journey
You’ll take it in and walk down your path
Knowing that the worst of the wrath—
Is over…
-David Rombouts-
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
As I stroll through the darkness
I see nothing but stars.
Although they are scattered,
They conform into bars.
At night you can see
All the constellations,
For when there is light
They turn to vibrations.
Without the clouds
Covering the bright creations,
I see more clearly
My vivid destinations
When nightfall arrives
I’m happy as can be.
I can think for myself,
Oh yes- finally!
-David Rombouts-
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
We live life each and every day
Wond’ring when we’ll come to say
I am not afraid
Spiders, clowns, nightmares
All seem so cruel, unfair,
Not to me
I fear not death
Nor the smell of my breath,
I fear people
Not thoughts or opinions
Or loss of dominion,
But unconsciousness
I fear misinterpretation
And the discrimination
Of my voice
Maybe odd maybe strange
And someday I may change,
But not today.
Call me different-weird
Your words are only smeared,
For I am me.
I am the me that screams
Past all of my dreams,
At my reflection
Nobody else hears it
‘cause I’m scared to admit,
They won’t realize.
I continue to block away
More and more, day after day
And it doesn't help
Growing vulnerable, weaker
Tying, retying my sneaker,
Living with fear another day.
-David Rombouts-
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC