How Do I begin To explain
What happens to me when I write poetry
I'm on a merry go round
And I can see my thoughts unravel as we go faster and faster
*See all my past events *
How Do I begin to Explain*
To People
That Poetry is a part of me
They Roll Their Eyes
Yea right they would say
*How DO I BEGIN TO EXPLAIN
That inside poetry is what softens me*
*How do I begin to explain
That On The Merry Go Round
How I think*
How I breathe
How Do I Begin To Explain To Others
That I'm
A
Writer
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
All colors coming together
Mixing and matching
That form one
A masterpiece has been formed
And it is formed again and again
For the whole world to see
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Some are born to their natural mothers
But oh not me
Some are adopted that is me
But the hardest thing is
When your birthmother gets married
And is ready to have a child
Thus want more to say when she has a child is force a smile
And say congrats what do you say
You keep that child but yet not me
You were young and foolish and
You went
Too far
But now suddenly reality turns harsh and the whole thing goes too far
That's the thing they will be my half sibling
Which is
Quite hard for
Whenever I visit them or see them after they are born
I will be reminded
That they were lucky keeping their mom
While my half sibling is smiling I will be crying
For in Grief And realization hits me
Now she's ready to have a child
She actually keeps
Every time I will see that new baby
It is like a knife embedded in me
Unlike me
Who was adopted
Treasure It
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
Walking Away
From what matters most
Blending in like others
Walking away and being like others
Walking away
and be like most
Walking away alone
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
We are a princess inside and out
Drawn to perfection
No matter what we cannot be stained
For we are a special
And belong where everyone can see us
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
I'm running out of reasons of life
Even though it's just the beginning
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Should I give it a chance
Even though I know it's the end
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Should we give a chance knowing
That either way we are
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Just Starting
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Or
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Just Ending
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
Free like a bird
Surfing the air
My feathers fluttering in the breeze
I'm free from my cage
I'm a free bird
See that tree there thus I can go there
See that flower there I can fly there
My chain is broken
I am a free man
No one owns me no more
I do what I please
I don't please no man expect myself
I am free
I have freedom
And no one can stop me
See that bird over there flying to that tree
and flower
I can pick it up if I please
My time is golden
I will enjoy it day by day
I'm a free man
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
My work of art
How I have labored over it
Sculpting and shaping
Painting by the sweat of my brow
Thus not giving up
For at the end of each tunnel is light
But for you to pass through the tunnel
But Thither is not that far
Hence it is only a arm's length away
Creativity is what powers making art
Out of the dark and into the light
But some get stuck in the dark
And become wanderers endlessy
Trying to get out and having to avoid the truth
Thy is stuck
And feverishly trying to get out
But after trial and failure
We can find the way into the light
......Maybe being in the tunnel is part of what kind of inspires us
And The darkness is what leads us to the light
Rights Reserved Taylor Riley
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
Endless days written on paper
Days spent writing hunched over a diary
MY diary
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Is like a vacation
You forget the past
the present
what is yet to come
and it is made up
but reality
hits
when you
w
a
k
e
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC