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Zach Mar 2018
Do people really change? As the seasons change throughout the year?

Am I really different from what I once was?

I think a part of seeing someone change isn't even them changing

You simply get to see the real them and what they really think
Zach Mar 2018
I'll wait for you, under the old oak tree,

I'll wait for you, whether it be for a year or three

I'll wait for you, because I love you
Zach Feb 2018
I'm an open book, but there's just a slight problem.

I'm an open book with some pages torn out

I'm a library book that few check out, and fewer take care of.
Zach Feb 2018
I hate them.

They make me say that

They give me no other choice

I have no free will of my own in this home

I have no say in the matters that directly affect me

I'm just a viewer watching the TV about the boy who hates his parents

It's unhealthy, but who's fault is that?

The ones who get ****** at me because of the most minor of things, the ones who punish me over reasons that to be honest, aren't reasons in the slightest whatsoever and honestly it makes me want to scream

I have no control over this steering wheel that's driving my life

It's hitting bumps and crashing into every and all things bad

And I'm basically helpless to stop it

I have no control over my own life.
Zach Feb 2018
I wish these poems would sound like more then just words flowing by on the river of your ears

Something strong that resonates with you after reading, makes you stop what you're doing and reread it to make sure you understood it all

Words that make you wanna get up and dance to the beat of the heartbeat drum you have going on inside

The truth will pour out of us and reveal the fun side of life
To the tune of your favorite song
Zach Feb 2018
I wish I could sing the songs I relate to as well as the artists that wrote them

I wish I had the rhythm and the tone to handle the notes

I wish I was able to write music, play it on an instrument for all to hear,

Hear my sorrows, joys, all the aspects of my life
  Feb 2018 Zach
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
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