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I've been waiting here for such a long time,
inside this waiting room, inside my mind.
I'm sitting alone, I wait for my turn,
While all the while, my suppressed heart burns.

The woman at the desk sits with no fear,
She knows who I am and why I am here
Neither she nor I knows why I wait
but I have an advantage, I believe in fate

Although I am waiting, I know not what for,
I know not what lies beyond that door.
I dream it is happiness, tranquility, and peace,
but perhaps it is just the lair of a beast.

I'm chained down to my chair, but I never fight,
I'm only a prisoner of my own device.
Why do I wait, why can't I run free?
I need that door, it's become part of me.

So yes, I'll wait, until the room ends,
since it's in my mind, on me it depends
I will wait in this room as long as I can,
wishing all the while to be a real man.
First poem of a series, so to speak, a series of poems from a chapter of my life or something, I'm not trying to sound profound. Anyways, if you liked it, there's more to come
Life is a race
There is no first place
There are frequent breaks
And plenty of mistakes

In the rush if events
There is too much suspense
What does the future hold
I hope it's not cold

The finish line gives out the same prize
There are different ways that people arrive
But in the end, everyone dies
Sorry the first one is sad and short, more to come of a more premium quality :)
Step by step,  I walk along
Beneath the starless, city night
Down an alley, and up one more
I glance around, and quake in fright.

One more turn, one more right
With paranoid glances over my shoulder
Then I would be home and I would be safe.
To escape from this night, not possibly colder.

Then, skin bare and white in the dark
There is the man that I see.
All alone in this alley, there sits this man
Head down, with his back turned to me.

"I can help you, sir," I call to this man.
"Please can you tell me your name?"
But the man only turns,  sad smile on his face,
And says, "Girl, richer men made this claim,"

I thought he was mad, strange, and insane
But really this man was just wise
For here, my assumptions were stupid, for sure
For life was that man in disguise.
The construction of the human face,
is the way it is for a reason.
He gave us eyes to see,
a nose to smell,
ears to listen,
a mouth to speak,
a tongue to taste.
He gave her ears,
yet she refuses to use them properly
He gave me a mouth,
but I don't know why I talk half the time,
because she refuses to listen.
Her body language indicates that she is aware,
but her eyes,
they glaze over in a way that makes my soul thrash about.
My words,
like pollen in the spring wind,
float to her,
goes in one ear,
and straight out the other.
Like acid,
my tears scar my skin and
Like a shower,
it never seems to end.
I am not your mask,
you can not parade around through me.
You say that
"Some people don't realize it,
until someone else tells them."
I've told you,
yet you cover your ears like in your youth.
You tell me to fly,
but when I try to jump,
you pinch my wings?
How can I learn
if you won't let me tumble?
I am not you,
so stop comparing us.
We may share a similar face,
but this body and mind is not yours.
I am no puppet,
you can not control me.
You're deft not because you can't hear,
but because you refuse to understand.
You are not empathetic.
You refuse to see me through my eyes.
God gave you ears for a reason,
It's about time you learned to use them --
correctly.
Yesterday is still fresh in my mind,
Like the bee sting I got on my behind.
This day was a day to make things right,
A day to show your might.
Yesterday was the greatest day in many ways,
But alas the days of yesterday are behind us.

Today is a new day,
It is a day of new decisions and actions in a way,
But today is a day for forgiving,
And a day of what the world will bring.
This day comes and goes but will never be forgotten
Like a ripe fruit that will never be rotten.

Tomorrow is a day of opportunities,
The day can also be 24 hours of lies.
Nobody knows just what can happen tomorrow.
It can be a day of sorrow,
Or a day of pure greatness.
It is always a mystery but can always be molded
In to what you want if you make great dicisions.
I don't take ownership or responsibility for this poem. My little brother, Grayson Smith, wrote this for school. Start 'em young, right?
Right place, wrong time.
That’s me.
Right intention, wrong action.
That’s me.
The crime was not mine,
but I'm the one left at the scene.
The criminal runs free,
while I’m locked away.
I arrived to help,
only to be blamed.

Let’s blame the cat
for stealing the acorns.
Let’s punish the fish
for ruining the carpet.
Let’s pull out the flowers
for getting stung.

They were in the right place,
Wrong time.
They had the right intention,
Wrong action.
The crime was not theirs,
but they’re the ones at the scene.
The criminal runs free,
while they’re locked away.
They’re only there to help,
only to be blamed.
Insomnia

I lay awake and worry
On things I cant control
How to change my future
Or put my past on hold

I try to think of something else
Close my eyes and clear my head
Erase my mind of worry
For the day I have ahead

Sleep will help me start out fresh
Awake with different views
If only I could finally rest
I could start my day renewed

So I lay there and I tell myself
That it's time for me to sleep
If only I could start to dream
I would get the rest I need

Carl Joseph Roberts
I hate insomnia and especially when there is no good reason. The body so tired and the brain going a mile a minute.  Insomnia *****..lol
i am the girl
with questions in
her eyes

i am the girl
that question
lives

i am the girl
with untouched love on
her lips

i am the girl
that covers
her hips

i am the girl
with whispers in
her ears

i am the girl
that shouts but
no one hears

i am the girl
with a song in
her heart

i am the girl
in a play
with no part

i am the girl
with lyrics on
her breath

i am the girl
who is not afraid
of death
It's an older poem, probably written somewhere in 2011. Enjoy :)
I wish for a fair trade
Given to us by birth
An exchange of one for another
To give and get equal worth.

Perhaps this is greedy
Perhaps this is wrong.
But if a choice could be given
I'd be where I belong.

See, I don't belong here
Stuck with drama and thought.
I wish I could be different
But humanity's what I caught.

But if I could make a trade.
For something who's worth is the same,
I'd chose the wings, the flight.
Than to be stuck here; earthbound and tame.

To lift off into the beauty of birds
To give my humanity instead.
No pain, no worries, no cares
Anxiety gone, with dread.

Yet fair this would be,
For I'd lose as well.
I'd lose all the good things,
Memories, family,  love's spell.

So maybe it's a fair trade that I seek
To escape from Gravity's grasp.
But still, here I am, and forever I'll wish
For that fair trade that'll come at long last
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