Just thinking about how
Here we are
Casually talking about the future
and how we're going to have fun
and I really hope that we do
and that I end up with you
and that no matter what I do
I'll always pick you

This is not a poem,
not a speech,
not an essay
.
This is just me, talking
to you.
This is me speaking with my voice through my words.
______________
Hi,
how are you?
If you wanted to know,
i'm not doing to well.
My mind takes me places
that even I am scared of.
My dad is changing back to the way he has always been.
My mom seems to get more ****** by the minute.
I feel so tired.
Angry
In love.
woah, in love?
yeah.
I'd say so.
this girl
****.
she is so perfect.
she doesn't think so,
but she is =)
I have no idea...at all
just what it is that I'm doing.
I'm not going to try,
but I really, really want to.
But then I think,
bruh,
no.
I don't know who I am,
why I'm here.
I don't feel to good.
Alone at best.
No, I know I get annoying
and weird,
dramatic.
But isn't that the beauty of me?
Like, seriously.
I wanna know,
all the stuff that
I dunno.
Thanks for talking with me,
Zach

I was once capable
Of talking without rhyme.
I could carry conversations,
And I did it all the time.
I could discuss the weather
And even a bit about sports.
I had anecdotes on things like
Political crooks and cohorts.

I could discuss the stars
And the people they dated.
I could reflect on the news
And my words never grated.
I talked about history, too
And how it might affect us.
I marched in protest parades
And didn’t let them deflect us.

But something powerful
In that which makes me
Urges the words I utter
To come out in poetry.
I used to question this
But I no longer chose to.
I don’t hide my poetry
From the world like I used to.

I hear common speech and
I hear cadences and rhyming
In step with what I am doing
And pace my walk to the timing
Of words I’ve heard and talk
That makes a marching beat
That is syncopated to my walk.

So, I no longer apologize
When I am rolling on a stanza.
I look upon it as gifts from the muse,
A positively literary bonanza.
I am my words; my words are me
And if you don’t care for poetry
Listen for a while and maybe see
What truths I write within my poesy.

I know we yearn to be known.
Jumping at the bit to say our bits
we barely listen, stand still missing
all the important parts
of strangers hearts
just so we can say our peace.

I hate the way
my voice sounds,
because sometimes
it comes off loud and
sometimes I give an attitude
when I honestly do not mean to.

But no one believes me.

I was raised in loudness.
Constant yelling, screaming , shouting , and rudeness.

I am coated with hatred.

Nothing calm, sweet and nice to be found, not even in the corners of my home.

I'm sorry.
I'm truly kind and caring,
only somewhat broken,
I promise.

When this girl talks to me...
I instantly freeze.
Something about her.
I've never known anyone like her.
People talk cap about her but I don't know why...
Is her looks acting as a disguise?
She is always really nice,
She is also very beautiful.
Why the hell cant I just talk to her like a normal human would.
Instead I freeze up and look like a goof.
She said what's good?
I stared at her stunned and then she repeated herself.
What's good?
I continued to stare then started to laugh.
What is wrong with me?!?
She is only a human being.
I don't know why I freeze up.
I don't know why I try to duck.
Avoiding her at times like the plague.
Sorry you crazy redhead.
I don't mean to seem strange.
I just really really really am bad at talking to people.

This is awesome I'm getting ready for college and
after that I'll get my dream job, this is great.

Okay first think about what you just said what
makes you think that you can go to college you
didn't graduate high school and dream job yeah
right.

Wow really you had to go and bust my bubble like that
that 's rude man I've been working hard for this I want this
bad.

Not enough kid you don't even put enough work to
help keep the house clean and you think you can have a job
good joke.

You're really going to be like that alright, that's some big talk
from someone who can't talk under pressure and gets scared
when he hears his name or a door open.

Hey, you know I got that thing  I can't help myself and don't think
you're so high and mighty, mister no drugs for life afraid to do anything outside of your comfort zone.

So what that's actually a good thing if you haven't noticed if I did I would probably be dead now wouldn't I and only reason I didn't graduate high school is because of you okay.

No way kid that really was all you  trying to talk to that one girl and hanging out with what's his name always distracted never focused so you can try to put the blame on me but yeah no.

You know what I'm done with you, you're always making me the bad guy when I'm obviously not plus you don't even respond when I need you!

HEY, chill out people are staring at you.

I don't care let them look keep them entertained just stop talking okay how about that!

Hey man are you okay? Who you talking too?

Yeah I'm good just talking to myself.

You can talk to me
You know that, right?
You don't have to keep me in the dark.
You can tell me what's going on.
You can tell me what's going through your head.
Tell me what's hurting you or who's hurting you.  
Don't keep me in the dark.