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Blend or change, cover up or rearrange?
Act dumb or smart, old friends or part?
Explore or hide, work hard or slide?
Be yourself.

Who am I to say what can or cannot be?
Who am I to let the noise of the world carry on without my voice?
Still I have that desire to spill my emotions out of me
like a jar of marbles on a beat-up driveway.

Everything is a challenge, everything is a race.
We are all getting tired, we are going our own pace.
Now, it's our own journey, we take our own course,
Reinventing our own person, not someone else anymore.

Discovery is near, it's just around the corner. Catch it.
You are so close .

I've taken the leap, and ripped off my mask.
I just wanted to meet you, is that too much to ask?

In a society like ours we are hopelessly secluded.
People run around unhappy and overworked,
Losing sight of what makes life worth it.
We are all worth it.

Life is like a set of cracked water colors,
Experiencing the creation of beautiful art.
Though life seems like a ritual of the mundane,
and the motto "keep calm and carry on"
being, stressed, unhappy, and waiting to enjoy life.

Life is the golden sunset we all see on the horizon from time to time,
making everything beautiful.

Because everyone is hiding, looking, searching, believing,
loving, living, needing, giving, LIFE.
I have kept a poetry notebook since 7th grade. This notebook contains many poems, and for a High School Poetry Slam I collected my favorite lines from a variety of my poems to make this one title 'Life'.
 Aug 2015 Stacey Mills
C J Baxter
Let this be the verse that lives forever.
When mountains have crumbled, and dry lies the river
in it's once plentiful and loving banks.  
Look to this verse, and keep your thanks,
but give your love and time, and undying fervour
of spirit that lets the mind find many splendour
in the dullest of things.

Beauty is bottomless, boldness is boring,
subtlety is king, and patience is adoring.
The mind is an ally, a fearful old rival.
Let this be the verse of the young minds revival.
A tree on the moon
would survive better
than a teen
in america
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
A bit of sadness and a pinch of sorrow

Insecure heart, soul pained until tomorrow.
The words just don't exist,
To describe my feelings for you,
The day you tell me you love me
Is the day my dreams will come true

My love is strong and unbreakable
And that's a solmen vow
I'm so god ****** in love with you
yet I still don't understand how

How did It come I'd  fall for you
Because I didn't even know I was falling
I can't bare the thought of not have you
So much that it's become galling

The extent of my love,will last forever
and it will never end
I just wish you would love me back,
And more then a bestfriend
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