Far away from here, There is somewhere. I dnt need to cry, and bow down to all your whys. The questions and demand, Here i burden myself with all your commands. But somewhere, My view matters, My choices are better, I dnt need to follow command And my desire expand. I wish to meet you there too, So that you see how happy i am without you.
The bird struggled to its feet The day had finally come In fear the bird gave a small tweet The first flight is frightening to some Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less To me this is comparable to my own stress I asked her out, she said yes. I thought my trial had ended I flew from the tree and didn’t fall But now is the greatest test of them all Will I survive the world of prey? Or will I fall victim and dark be my days? No one knows til the end is come Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young. Or one with the earth the bird has become
She said yes but will the first date go well? If not will it spell the end?
We were always crazy kids with crazy dreams. And we never changed. Crazy kids. With their crazy ideas. Ideas of world peace and of no hunger. These crazy kids they say. But I’m one of them. A crazy kid with her own crazy ideas. Crazy dreams. Dreams full of nothing but the future. Crazy girl. With your crazy thoughts. Stop for a second. They’ll say give up. Don’t do it crazy kid. Don’t ever look back. Or down. Or away. Crazy kid with your crazy thoughts. What will you think of next?
Don't just think That our eyes are filled with rebellion We a have desire for a better world Add on your story if you can relate, your voice, everyday People trapped in busy days, gettimg swept away So stop pretending you're safe and sound It's just a cycle of being perpetrators and victims Why we say go louder.
We're so young We're so freaky We're trapped inside, losing what's real We be screaming "GO"
Another pain, another page Another song, this one If no one can understand me Then my dream will make you understand Shout even louder, go Trust your ego and for everything else, eyes closed This isn't just my monologue We're dreaming together, dreamers shout back.
Sorry for being inactive. I was caught up with school work and such. Hope you are satisfied with my poem. Thank you
long winding roads will you ever end? this place is starting to look a lot like home; pine trees and fields as far as the eye can see. golden rays warming my skin, and illuminating the sky as we settle into a new world.