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Irish I've never written an autobiography before, but if I had to, I wouldn't. How does one really write about their life at such a young age? There's still so much to be done. How do you write about your life when it isn't even over? After you write it are you just going to stop living your life and turn into a potato? No, not I. I can't write about my life because it's not over and I have no idea where I will end up. I'm an average teenage boy that enjoys writing about the things that make him happy in life. I write about happy things because it's the opposite of my past. My writing is average to me, I say average because that's all I am right now. Average height, average weight, I'm not the smartest kid in my class, but I'm not the slowest. I have days where I can perform well, and I have days where I don't want to perform at all. I live in an average town with average people but I yearn to grow into an above average person and an above average writer. / s.r.
sitting in the shower hoping that I scrub off all my ***** sins praying that I can wash it all away the water running down my face wishing that I could start over closing my eyes and imagining another life but, I am far too young to die when one door closes another opens the cliches that keep us going in life are the ones I am dependent on His plan is often unclear but I trust in Him to lead me down the path that is meant for me hoping that I can make sense of it all praying that it won't hurt for long turn the water off dry myself off put on clean warm clothes and continue on hoping and praying s.r.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
cleansing steam
if you're reading this, i love you. if you ever feel like you're all alone talk to me if you feel like you're not loved, guess what I love you.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
hi
I need a fresh start disconnect my heart from the paths already known disassemble my life, stab a map with a knife go wherever it shows, only myself and a bag of clothes without a second thought im already on my yacht crossing the big blue sea set me free set me free set me free s.r.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
seabreeze
i hate this house everything in it.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
ugh.
I try to write about you all the time but when i take out my pen it feels like my bones are made of lead the words all make crystal clear sense in my head but when pen meets paper, there is no way to illustrate the l o v e, the f r u s t r a t i o n, the a w e, that comes from talking to you the way we talk feels like we are so close yet there is a thousand mile deep crevasse keeping us apart. three hours and twenty four minutes three hours and twenty four minutes two hundred and six miles in between us and somehow I keep you within arms reach all the time never letting you slip through my fingers like the sand at the beach when we met for the very first time I will not let you slip slip slip away s.r.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
unclear thoughts.
you were patient and forgiving you believed in me when nobody did you stayed faithful and I did too you trusted me more than I did you saved me from myself I owe my life to you I changed for you I am in love with you s.r.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Revival
sometimes I get sad it's just a fact of life nobody can be happy all the time when I'm sad and we aren't talking there's nothing that can make me feel better except for you
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Sadness
I hate how you think of yourself as less than everyone else. everyone has different strengths and weaknesses and you have to learn to accept it for what it is. you have to work with what God gave you. s.r.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Differences
it's been quite a long while, but I still feel as if we have just started this beautiful relationship. I think about how long we will be together and hope that forever will be the answer. s.r.
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
passing time
I'm a liar I look at you and smile you ask me what but my automatic response is nothing even though there are hundreds of things racing through my mind at a mile per minute all of which are about you s.r.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Lies