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Silverflame Dec 2018
22
22; i'm 22,
still don't know what to do.
Roaming around in my mind,
chasing dreams that aren't mine.
Lost in circus - lost in perfection,
something's turning;
changing my reflection.
Smile mirror, smile
dance with luck for a while.
Down the drain it goes,
dripping failure flows
from the eyes to the toes.
silentwoods Aug 2018
Two years into adulting.
It’s possible, who knew?
I look the same as yesterday
But today I’m twenty two!

Dentist trips still freak me out,
Sometimes I burn an egg.
My blanket covers both my feet,
So monsters won’t grab my leg.

I don’t go out on Friday night,
My ankles feel the weather.
And when I help the kids with homework,
We both learn math together.

Sometimes I’ll burst out crying
For no reason at all.
I know the words to one rap song,
And still prefer guys tall.

My puns are all intended,
There is a spoon I hate,
I’ll never mix my whites and brights,
I can’t stay up too late.

My life has been a wild ride
But I’m thankful for each day.
One day I hope to be mature,
One day... but not today.
Spencer Thomas Aug 2014
twenty-two years

I should be mad as hell
I should be opening another door
I should have seen more of the world
I should have made my name known
I should take on the world
I should make a change

It is a daily battle between young and grown

I shouldn't be so naive
I should leave the world alone
I won't try to my name known
I have seen the borders of my world
I will let the door stay shut
I am content

twenty-two more
A friend of mine and I talked about how we should be at the peak of our lives at our age, and we feel like we're still not there. This is the battle in the mind of someone my age.

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