This is how it's supposed to be.
Uninspired and lost.
Like someone threw me over a cliff and told me to fly.
I'm in need of things I never learned.
Or maybe the knowledge is there but it's buried beneath the birth dates of a thousand dead men.
I'm too old for this but too young for that.
Stop acting like a child.
You think you are so mature, don't you?
I thought this feeling would be left behind in my middle school halls
stuck in a dried and blackened piece of gum.
"You're an adult when you turn 18" is one of the biggest lies anyone will tell you.
I'm am now 18 and I can promise you I'm no less of a child than I was yesterday,
a week, a month, or a year before that.
Ill-prepared is an understatement.
In math they never told me how to balance a check book.
In English, never did they even bring up writing a resume.
Science danced around *** and why so much of this things in my text book conflicted with my bible.
They taught me how to memorize but never how to think.
They taught me how to listen but never how to talk.
They taught me how to do but never how to create.
They taught me how to write but never how to end a poem.

She doesn't understand
How he loves her....
How she's one of the reasons why he gets up in the morning
How she can put a smile on his face
She doesn't realize how special she is
How his face lights up when he sees hers
And how dazzled he is when she smiles....

He can only hope
That she, someday, may have feelings for him too.

I laughed today.
Like a genuine laugh
Like a real laugh.
It was so wonderful,
I was actually sort of happy.
Thank you for that,
It was nice.

They asked me a question
One that sounded so easy
They asked what my Utopia is
But answering this made me queasy

With every pro came a con
It was not simple at all
Of course I could say a world without
War, starvation, poverty, and hate
But what is a life with out a bridge to cross
Without a sad memory or loss
With out a struggle with a victory
Or a smile and a misery?
You see this is why I answered to them
My Utopia is where I am

Worthless
Waste of space
time
money
oxygen
Selfish
Self absorbed
naive
arrogant
liar
A Piece of Crap
that people get annoyed with
from stepping on
and slide your nothingness away against the
hot
rough
concrete
Worthless
is what you have made of yourself

i.
We would sleep, but never touching,
your sheets were always cold,
your room dark, like a thick blanket

You told me tonight that all you
wanted to do was hold me in your arms,
I didn't know if this was the truth
or the ***** speaking your sentiments
for you

ii.
You have been out with women,
women who I'm sure were beautiful,
who were possibly more expressive,
more full of life,
able to offer you what I couldn't
but still, you said
that you were left with
comparisons
and that every time

I won.

we are

american

we do not have chinese mothers
that bind our feet
but we have lovers
that reshape our toes
into high heels
black
echoing words
that carve our stomachs
into caverns
edged with rib

we are

american

we are not forced
to follow anything
but society
is our king
ruling its malnourished army
with a fat-ringed
finger

i am

american

and i will build my own army
of flip-phones
defying
the neverending onslaught
of iphones

i am

american

and i will not reshape
my body
to please you
i will not
reshape my thinking
to satisfy you

we
the
people
will once again
wage
war

26 letters arranged and rearranged
when don’t form poetry can drive you deranged

when work they form tales
that can your senses assail

they take you to a different place
and bring out emotions you can’t trace

they can make you smile, cry and laugh
the power in a few paragraphs

they can move you to the depths of your soul
thats the magic of the poets role

Some are Platinum,
Some pale yellow,
Some are Gold and fair of face.
Sometimes their choice is questionable
and the tint seems out of place.
Some are babes and some are ******.
It must be in the DNA.
Some use preference by L’Oreal.
Some are straight, others are gay.
Some are called Strawberry Blondes
Some have hair like golden sands.
What each one has in common
Is they dyed at their own hands.