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age extending by the severity of my mistakes i am nothing but the hours I stay awake everyone seems to know who they are cutting jagged outlines of their personality with cardboard boxes friends afraid of waking up, diplomas in hand, graduating but I am worried of staying up, stuck in this timeframe watching lovers and childhood friends growing into unrecognizable bodies days becoming strange hellos and short conversations I imagine trees swaying as if they are dancing to the sound of cars passing by and I imagine looking at stars is a two way street wishes being made from both sides of the cosmos I imagine hope to be universal and I imagine stray cats holding as much freedom as the uncaged birds they gaze upon both, hoping to be found will I ever know the struggles of a man? the loneliness of a stray? the burden of a clock? will I ever find my place in the Red Sea? I sit unable to ask anyone this question, no one understands. -- it is 4:43 am I am waiting to grow into an age I can look back at my life and explain everything by saying "I was a child" and everyone will nod.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Being a teenager
age extending by the severity of my mistakes i am nothing but the hours I stay awake everyone seems to know who they are cutting jagged outlines of their personality with cardboard boxes friends afraid of waking up, diplomas in hand, graduating but I am worried of staying up, stuck in this timeframe watching lovers and childhood friends growing into unrecognizable bodies days becoming strange hellos and short conversations I imagine trees swaying as if they are dancing to the sound of cars passing by and I imagine looking at stars is a two way street wishes being made from both sides of the cosmos I imagine hope to be universal and I imagine stray cats holding as much freedom as the uncaged birds they gaze upon both, hoping to be found will I ever know the struggles of a man? the loneliness of a stray? the burden of a clock? will I ever find my place in the Red Sea? I sit unable to ask anyone this question, no one understands. -- it is 4:43 am I am waiting to grow into an age I can look back at my life and explain everything by saying "I was a child" and everyone will nod.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
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