When I grow up I’m going to be younger,
Sillier, more adventurous, and free;
Free to say what I like, do what I please,
and in general, just be happy.

I won’t care what salary I make;
six-figure, five-figure, or none.
I could be doorless and friendless,
And still manage to be happy and have fun.

If I make mistakes, I will have made mistakes.
Mistakes are just bound to come.
All I can do is learn and become better,
smile, and remember where I’m from.

I’ll love and I’ll laugh and I’ll have a great time,
Working and playing beat to beat.
Happy or sad I’ll always be glad,
For my experiences beautiful and sweet.

See, when I grow up I’m going to be happy.
Equally, if not happier than now.
I’ll make sure to have fun and get things done,
And at the end of it all take a bow.
This is still a draft and a work in progress and I'd love comments and critiques. The idea of this poem is my response to the question I get asked way too much of "What do you want to be when you're older?"
There’s a lonely light left on,
In the farthest corner of forgotten space.
Where dreams come true,
And hopes shine through,
A beautiful stained glass face.

A face with friends and a family,
Filled with heartwarming smiles and tears.
With stained brown eyes,
And lips metal tied,
Unable to share the stories it hears.

There’s a lonely light left on,
Illuminating all invisible forgotten space.
Shining through the pain,
the stained glass window pane,
Sharing stories in a way you cannot hear.
Enjoy, or don’t —I don’t care. This is the 8th version of this poem I’ve been trying to write. This is best version so far but it can always change and get better. Stay awesome!
I just really need a hug.
Not a shrug or glance or wave.
Not a “good morning”, or a “how are you?”
Not a tweet, snap, or like too.
Not a smile, a “what’s up?”, or a wink,
Not a letter in the mail, a text, or a joke,
Not a “want to grab dinner?” Heck,
Not a hangout or a date.
I just really need a hug.
Thanks joe
I'm the one who...
Finished the race,
after blood, sweat, and tears,
but I came in last, so…

I'm the one who...
Swam in shark infested waters,
with brave bold strides,
but the sharks were behind glass, so…

I'm the one who...
Told the girl I loved,
how I deep down truly feel,
but she didn’t feel the same, so…

I'm the one who...
Is an invincible superhero,
fighting all day long and night,
but that’s in my dreams, so…

I'm the one who...
Is pure awesomeness,
no one can even try to compare,
but that’s what I tell myself as to not be sad, so…
Remember when we spelled things wrong,
or when we were picky about what we ate?
When fire and police men were the only two jobs,
we’d play house with friends on playdates.

And then we grew up just a little more,
sports and toys filled our lives.
We went to school and had recess galore,
oh the fear for cuties, oh what great times.

And then we grew up just a wee bit more,
we learned to add, subtract, and multiply.
Not far after we went to high school and college,
they warned us, they said “time will fly by.”

And then we grew up just couple years more,
next thing we knew we were the family of four,
Then late at night when the kids were in bed,
we would dream of being young once more.

And then we grew up for the last few times more,
Our children had children of their own.
We lost our friends and babysat grandkids,
as our bodies ached down to the bone.

Remember when we spelled things wrong?
And then we grew up just a little more,
And then we grew up just a wee bit more,
And then we grew up just couple years more
And then we grew up for the last few times more,
Until we no longer grew any more.
...

--sam
Fake it till’ you make, people say,
And I wonder just how long people wait for that day.
Because everyone fakes something and makes something too,
Everyone just tries their best and barely gets through.

Fake it till’ you make, people say,
And some people, like myself, fake it every day.
Because inside their heads they say today they’ll make it through,
Everyone also wakes up and says that tomorrow, too.

Fake it till’ you make, people say,
And I don’t know how people wake up every day.
Because I wake up blue and brush a smile on my face,
Everyone else seems fine, but I doubt they can paint with grace.

Fake it till’ you make, people say,
And after almost twenty years it all just fades away.
Because I see others lives, and say hey that looks sweet.
Everyone looks fine, copy them, they must know reality’s beat.

Fake it till’ you make, people say,
And people say whatever, wake up, and go on their way.
Because people just accept realty is meaningless and lame,
Everyone gives up hope before they even know the game.
Honestly I believe that this mentality of Fake it till’ you make is inherently flawed as if its away to justify that you don't currently live in the future you want.
Yeah, I wish others had it too.
Living around people who don't,
And people who could care less about
You
Are worth other's consideration,
The people you live with, and know
Yeah, I wish others had it too.
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