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I wish I could go back to kindergarten
where you were friends with everyone
You only ever had to be yourself
No one cared if you couldn't throw a ball
or run fast, or even read
Nowadays I feel like I spend more time trying to impress people
than I am making myself happy
I can't run fast, I can't throw a ball very far
I love to read though...but here...that doesn't matter
Everything changed
I used to be friends with everyone!
Now I'm friends with a select few
The few that stayed
I can sing, I can act, I can talk for hours
Apparently people find that annoying
I'm not cool because I don't play sports
I'm not a cheerleader or a dancer either
I play in the band
and sing in the choir
perform in plays
read poetry in speech
It's funny how much things change
Your classmates
your teachers
your surroundings
and yes, even you
I wish I could go back to kindergarten
I wish nothing had changed
I close my eyes and in the darkness
I see you, my enchanting ecstasy, walking
Down a cobblestone street in silhouette.
Carefully placed footsteps echoing the
The pavement - without the slightest of regret.
Through the faint gas lit corridor
Vintage smells and a whispering wind
Accompany my meandering thoughts.
No matter where I go -
No matter when I go –
Footsteps going forward
Revealing the past.

In a cumbersome transom blended
With a tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap
Of a horse drawn carriage –
Therein a song is revealed.
Where else but in silent music do dreams
Blend reality with one’s emotions?
Aye - there in my mind’s eye -
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap.

Do I have any life but this? Tap -
If not - let me lead it from here. Ta -
No death there be ‘lest - Tap -
Dispelled from there. Tap -
Nor any ties to earths to come. Ta -
Nor any action in any effort of new. Tap -
Except in the blessed extent - Ta -
Of this other realm of loving you. - Tap -

And in my mind’s eye –
The music,
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap -
Of cobblestone and hoof –
Ta-tap
Returns me to ....

Nostalgic piece about thoughts of times long past and about the sounds, sights and smells that time travel one to previous times.
Stop setting yourself on fire for people who will sit back and watch you burn.
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
Aflaha
Let's pretend we are not in love

And go on walking

So I can fall for you

All over again
Get me to be
a soul liberated
from every
attachment
it could be.

I want to want
nothing from anywhere
not want to get
tempted
by things unnecessary
get myself bound to
what will be my
downfall

The soul needs nothing
it is to be free
but my own flaws
have made it
not so
that it could go
as it pleases

What is that one really needs
with no one else be depleted
all the seed, sign of lives
but with greed
everything dies

Devoid of true knowledge
what is I seek
I see myself so very weak
my vision so blinded
my eyes itself closes
that I cannot see

the lies will bite
the anger will burn
my own journey
with karma
it will come back on me
I wait
as I expect them
coming to me

My sins who will wash for me?

my thoughts
why they never sided me
they followed the down path
got me to fuss on things
over all the nothings
never mattered to me

the body detoriates
every day, every second passes

My mind forget
what it remembers
I speak no tales, but riddles
what sense
I try to formulate

This time who will be
the one to get it to decode
the mysteries
the real truths
which could liberate
but to think deeper
what really is
the answer lies very deep within
much closer than
who you are actually really.
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
Olivia
Madness
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
Olivia
Madness

Never
apologize
for feeling too
recklessly,

the greatest lessons
are
always
learned
through

Madness
Madness
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
lu
words
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
lu
I FELL IN LOVE
WITH SOMEONE
TODAY.
I HAVE NEVER MET
THEM NOR TALKED TO THEM
BUT MY HEART
IS CAPTIVATED BY
THE WAY HE WRITES.
I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING  
ABOUT HIM.
IS HE IN A RELATIONSHIP?
IS HE EVEN INTO GIRLS?
WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE COLOR,
AND DOES HE PREFER COFFEE OR TEA?
I KNOW HE WILL READ THIS.
HE READS ALL OF MY WORK.
I KNOW HE WILL LOOK OVER THIS
AND NOT REALIZE I AM WRITING
ABOUT HIM.
BUT IF YOU HAPPEN TO
REALIZE THIS IS FOR
YOU,
PLEASE DON’T BE SCARED
TO LET ME KNOW.
I WILL NEVER HAVE THE GUTS TO SAY
HELLO.
If you ever live in this Hell,
Remember how fragile freedom really is
Remember how hopes can make you hurt

If you ever live in this Hell,
You'll see misery in every corner
as well as people running to get to the nearest border

If you ever live in this Hell,
Your  frequent words will be dollars, food, emptiness
Your frequent thought will be "when all of this will see an end?"

If you ever live in this Hell,
Remember that no one will never be safe
So you better start running away

If you ever live in this Hell,
You'll be a ghost in the middle of empty streets
You'll be another cow under the suffocating sun

If you ever live in this Hell,
The struggle of surviving will be skin deep
All you wish is you're living a bad dream while you sleep

If you ever live in a Hell,
You'll see how fragile freedom actually is
and that's when you'll appreciate any piece of it
A poem I wrote about how hard is the situation  in my country, Venezuela, is really frustrating what people is actually living there, from a lot of people searching in the garbage to get  some food to people get shot because they don't  have nothing of value.  It's devastating what you see and live on its streets.
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
Hanafuda
Life
 Jan 2018 Janna Smith
Hanafuda
The thing about life isn't how or with who you spend it,
But it's all about how you think about it.
If you want love, being in love is a nice feeling,
But that doesn't mean that he will love you too.
If you want to have money, being rich gives you lots of opportunities,
But that doesn't mean you'll be happy.
If you want to be anything, you can be it,
But don't be disappointed if you lose everything.
This thing about life that not many understand is that if you want it, you can get it, but never expect that to give you complete happiness.
For those who understand
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