"why are we always trying so hard?" my eyes shift towards my mother, and i say "when we are going to die anyways." "beti," says my mother as she walks up to me and sits next to me holding me in her arms, she continues "it's because most of the time we're striving so hard isn't for ourselves, it's for the people we love."
I dont think I've been here before And it frightens me, The amount of anguish that resides in me Since childhood, I've learned to numb the pain, However, this one pierced through to my lungs and stole my breath, As I smile at you cheerfully and full of glee, there beneath the facade, lies a dejected me, Somehow, my numbing agents wore off, and this dismantled me.
New at trying to be a poet? Well so am I and terrible I know it But I love to write And one day I just might Compose a master piece So until then I will never cease And I encourage you to do the same Even though others my think us lame Write away new poets For one day you’ll be great, I just know it!
To all knew poets who are growing! When I began two weeks ago I never knew I would write this many poems. I wrote this after reading a comment by Sammy Fowler who is also a new poet.