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  Jun 2016 gray rain
Imotional
Dad
Dad...

I do know I'm a terrible child
who doesn't know everything. 

I do know I want to do what seems impossible
and probably won't get to it.

I do know who I am. Mostly. 
I'll tell you one day.

I do know you care 
even when our views oppose.

I hide away in my room everyday
because I'm not ready...
to tell you who I am,
who I want to be,
what I want to do
and where I want to see.

I feel like I'm living a lie
sometimes I want to die 
or hurt myself until I feel like I am. 
I'm not who I am. 

I'll tell you one day. Hopefully soon.
This was going to be for fathers day but I couldn't bring myself to give it to my dad.
gray rain Jun 2016
Two languages doesn't
seem to be enough.

I thought I needed two
but three is going to be tough.

Music is a language
an international one,

it's difficult to read, write
and only understood by some.

I don't have time to learn a third
as reading isn't natural,

so it isn't going to be easy
I have to learn
it's not catchable.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
seven letters of a language, so complex
it's difficult I vaguely understand it,

yet A to Z  I understand.
maybe? A bit!

A menos que sea el Español
then I want to quit.
I don't know if the Spanish is correct but it's supposed to translate to unless it's in Spanish.
  Jun 2016 gray rain
The Lunchtime Poet
You were there
from day one  
You are my father
I am your son

First taught me to walk.
Then taught me to run
You are my father
I am your son

Fished with me
in the hot summer sun
You are my father
I am your son

Gladly accepted
each girls heart I won
You are my father
I am your son

Taught me to drive
that stick it was fun
You are my father
I am your son

Saw me off to the army
my adult life begun
You are my father
I am your son

Now I am married
perhaps a grandson
You are my father
I am your son

The angels came calling
your time here is done
You are my father
I am your son

I really miss you
this grief weighs a ton
You are my father
I am your son

You'll always be my father
now I've become one
I am the father
I have a son
  Jun 2016 gray rain
chris

its all about fear
rooted out of hate
it’s effects are severe
if handled too late
discrimination of race
looking down on the poor
so much resentment in this place
no one knows what for
using the weak as the prey
that’s where the world’s at?
suicide for being gay
starvation if you’re “fat”
don’t let them make you fall
one day you’ll show them all
gray rain Jun 2016
To become so immersed in an idyllic lifestyle that you become oblivious to the disproportionate society around you.
I wrote this in a practice question about Mr Birling in 'An Inspector Calls'.
gray rain Jun 2016
Language is a complicated thing
that takes time to understand

yet in four days I need to know two
without notes on  the back of my hand

speaking is difficult enough
in the language that I know

but speaking two seems impossible
dragging words and so

talking really slow
just to waist time

or because I can't talk fast
and it's difficult
to remember the next line...

erm...un momento
siento haberle hecho esperar

I really need help
but I can't say that or I'll loose a mark
I might add more when I think of it.
gray rain Jun 2016
Pen to paper once again
this message I must send
a gift I want to share with all
but I don't know where to start or end

pen to paper once again
there are so many messages to spread
I could write about life
I could write about the dead

pen to paper once again
it's been a while since I wrote in ink
about the the sadness life can bring
and the blood spilled in the sink

pen to paper once again
I don't need a message to send
I need someone to give it to
so now this will end
It's been a while since I actually wrote a poem on paper.
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