It's been several weeks since I picked up a pen, now that I'm back I might as well try again. After several long weeks I've made my return, but I've been gone for so long that there's a lot I can learn.
Several long weeks since I wrote my last rhyme, I might as well try now that I've got some time.
But I'm not here to be famous or make my name known, I'm not here to rewrite some old lines I can clone. I'm not here to lecture or to paint the world black, I'm not here to boast no that's not why I'm back.
I'm here caused I missed simply getting to write, I'm here because I wanted to make the world bright. I'm back at it again to express how I'm feeling, and with a few lines I can make it appealing. That's why I'm back to express what I'm feeling because simply put this is the best form of healing.

Some say he's a monster, some say he's a ghost, some say he's a parasite lacking a host. Some think he's a mystic, some say he's possessed, he's merely a boy, but that wasn't addressed. He isn't abnormal there's no need to ask him, he's simply a boy and his name is Phantom.
Phantom is quiet, he doesn't talk much, he doesn't like answering questions and such. He doesn't speak much, he's always been shy, he keeps to himself cause he's that kind of guy. Battles in his head, the ongoing strife, when he's alone, he ponders his life. He questions his choices and then he'll consider, where he went wrong and then he'll be bitter. He questions the violence and senseless futility, the wars overseas and human capability. Some say his mind's hard, solid like stone, but they don't see how he thinks when alone. That is his story, wouldn't you like to meet him? You already have, my name is Phantom.

We live in a world that is run by terror, by fatal attacks and lethal error. We live in a world overrun by fear, always afraid violence may draw near. We live in a world that is plagued with hate, a world where terror doesn't discriminate. We live cradled snugly in the arms of war, with factions abroad demanding much more. And since we've spoke back with heavy criticism, the world responded with a new threat, terrorism.
Knives guns bombs and more, attacking the innocent and killing galore. We see these attacks and mourn those killed, in darkest days more blood is spilled. Every attack with more and more killed, it's time we fight back and it's time we rebuild. Let's tear down our walls, the ones that divide, we must honour those, the ones that have died. I want to speak up and I stretch out my hand, because united against this violence we stand.

I've been M.I.A lately, my mind's been in action, writing more lines and dealing with social traction. Going full countercultural, blocking out distraction, trying to fit in while staying true to my faction.
That's my topic today, my current subject, now before I go on and with all due respect, I mean not to offend, feel free to object, I'm not pointing fingers cause you're not a suspect.
In this day and age I feel like a defect, because I write poems I'm treated like a reject, and my love of heavy metal has had an effect on the way I'm treated like I'm imperfect.
Some might say I'm broken, that's incorrect, as a matter of fact there's a fear I detect, a fear of difference that's been going unchecked, it's so hard to solve because it's so indirect. We hold back our thoughts and try to be perfect, well that isn't good it's a snowball effect. There are cases aplenty all uniquely diverse, but the more we hold back it'll only get worse. I want to show the world that there's nothing to fear,and that when there is I'll be the frontier. But we all have our limits and I'm no engineer, simply put I'm a pioneer. A simple minded poet, a man of innovation, solving all my trouble through poetic creation.

Some people confuse why I started writing, it helps me to cope with the battles I'm fighting. I wanted to speak up, felt like it was my turn, I came to this website cause I wanted to learn. I read peoples' works and I felt so involved, and now I write more cause my style's evolved. A style unique although quite hard to find, a style that truly is one of a kind. Now I search this site for poems galore, all in the hopes that I can learn more. So that I can learn from the works I adore, So that I can take notes and my style will soar. That's why I'm a poet, I want to inspire, to be a role model and keep stoking the fires. I want to show people that I'm not a ******, that I'll keep on moving and break every limit.

As I look into your eyes, brighter than the bluest skies the kind of eyes that mesmerize, the ones where all my trouble dies.
As I look into your eyes, the ones that make my spirits rise, with looks that beauty never buys, as I gaze into your eyes.
And I stroke your silky hair, my worries fade without a care.
I take a breath of frosty air and look into your eyes so fair.
I simply cannot help but stare, emotions that I couldn't share come rushing out with such despair, and now my fears are everywhere.
But then you stop me then and there, with compassion truly rare, help me with the load I bear, and put an end to my nightmare.
You help me out like it's your duty, I'm thankful for my blue eyed beauty

What is success? To some it's a desire to be the best of the best
To some they just want to be better than the rest, but it's hard to be average when you can't pass their test.
In my mind, an ongoing strife, knowing I've been a failure my whole life.
That's why I write poetry, shows I've got passion, knowing with insight, there's no need to ration.
I may not be smart and I **** at biology, but using my mind and the aid of technology, I can share with the world and now that you know it,
It's time that I share with you the birth of a poet...

Being a teen today is no easy task,
being self conscious and wearing a mask.
We see our feelings as a meaningless curse,
holding them back as our problems get worse.
I'm not an angel, nor am I a saviour,
I'm only here to question human behaviour.
I'm a chocolate cream soldier in a futile war,
but I'm making amends because I'm done keeping score.
When most think of us teens they might think of anthropology,
maybe some others might think of biology,
teens aren't that complex I mean it's not oncology,
allow me to decode the teenage ideology.
There are problems aplenty that teens today face,
including myself as I try to keep pace.
The list is quite long so I'll keep it brief,
if I talk for too long I'll be causing much grief. The first problem today is how we all act, in very odd manners and that's just a fact. From the totally false and the half witted claims, the calling of names and the fighting at games. We're only like this because we're afraid, of what others think and we're easily swayed, to make bad choices and succumb to the pressure, maybe some days we just need a refresher. A small reminder to help us unwind, to help us think straight and to open our minds.
Next on my list is the fear of our image, constantly caught in an irrelevant scrimmage, we always fear other people's opinion and become someone new as they form a dominion. They change who we are what we like what we do, making us in their image as we become someone new. Someone we're not like a fake personality, I think it['s time that we end this brutality.
Shifting gears to a more personal note, a problem to which I can deeply emote. Our performing arts department is constantly shrinking with every new year and that got m thinking. Why everyone thinks that sports are so nice, turning their backs while we pay the price. Well I've had enough now it's my time to shine, it's time I fight back as my stars align. Because this is who I am it's a big part of story I like to be on stage and I don't do it for the glory. I like stage performing I like to put on a show, despite having been cut the past 2 years in a row. But that's taught me dedication not to give up on my dream, to power through the fear because this is my kind of team. It's a battle I'll fight even if I'm alone, feel free to join or I'll go on my own, because this is who I am, performing is my cornerstone, things feel more natural with my hands around a microphone. My poem has concluded and now that you know, my name's Charlie Renaud, on with the show!