You'll be twenty anyways.
You're hesitant because you know your hairs will gray,
but you'll be twenty anyways.
You'll be thirty either way.
between the sheets of snow and stressful days.
you know you'll be thirty anyways.
Come forty and fifty,
then eighty and one-hundred;
Ninety-three, ninety four
then one-hundred and one dozen.
No matter which way or when,
all help from friends and cousins,
you'll be thirty anyways.
There's a popular reddit post where someone asks if its worth it to get their PhD because it'll take until they're fourty, someone reply's, "You'll be fourty anyways".
Forever debating what I should say,
How to survive and get through the day.
remain in my head,
From the moment I wake until I return to bed.
Erected a barrier so others won’t know,
How embarrassing it is to let the pain show.
Can’t change the past,
It’s forever haunting.
Does the future have to seem so daunting.
@copyright 2018 Luke Wallace
What's it take
To write a poem
That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest
Is it those excessively long words?
The loquacious ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?
Is it perhaps...
of varied spacing
or... could it be..... the lack
the loathsome little letters
hey, look at us!
... or maybe it's
the punctuation marks,
through the text
(whether used correctly)
or, theyre not?!
despite worrds mispeled
and a grammar might is broken
can these tricks increase interest
though miswritten or misspoken?
Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
Ideas idle in the isles
(or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Heard by herds
Praise for which we
Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism
Well, maybe not...
those gems are often ignored
cast-aside, unclicked, abhorred
Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your misguided boundaries
your antiquated ideas
of "the right way"
to (fill in the blank)
No, what the modern world needs
And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Changed up way
What's it take
To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?
But more importantly:
What's it take
To make my poem go viral?
Only halfway cynically written, I swear!
One time I wrote a poem about you and it went viral
Now 6,000 people know you treated me like I was garbage
Now 6,000 people know how you hurt me without using your hands
Now 6,000 people are aware that you damaged my mental health more than anyone else
Now 6,000 people know that you made me cry every single day
Now 6,000 people felt my pain through my words
Now 6,000 people get to know that you did not lay a hand on me but still left me abused and scarred
One time I wrote a poem about you and it was so well received
Now 6,000 people support my every day struggle to stay strong
Now 6,000 people have shown love to me even though they do not even know my last name
Now 6,000 people are there for me in ways you never were
Now 6,000 people are able to talk about how they felt the way I felt and never want to feel those aches again
Now 6,000 people may have the courage to battle a villain like you
Now 6,000 people may be able to stand up to severe abuse like I finally was able to
Thank you all for giving me strength.
One day, I sent an email, fine,
Everyone passed it down the line,
An email full of smiles, in time
All their friends sent it global,
Now our smiles have gone 'viral'!
— The End —