sisterofastone asked: Hello, I hope you check out my poems if you have time :)
ill do it right now! :) everyone check her out guys!
I’ve had some serious writers block for a bit, but I think I’ve finally got some quality material in the works. hopefully I will be able to share some of it by the end of this weekend!
emotion happens to me.
i do not create emotion
i feel it
i dont force it
i express it
i don’t mimic it
it isn’t a choice
it is a state
i don’t chose to feel this way
i don’t chose to act this way
i don’t chose to talk this way
but i don’t fight how i am
i am how i feel
i am where i live
i am who i know
so just as you wouldn’t hide who you are
i will not paint a smile on my downturned lips
because i did not put them there for you
or for anyone
so no sir
i am not okay.
and whether it pleases you does not concern me
because i feel for me
not for you.
just wrote a poem I’m really proud of. my last few posts have been less formal free writes, but I am truly excited to share this piece with you. It encompasses the toll that stress takes on young people. I will edit it and post it in the early evening tomorrow!
I feel anger
pure hot anger
it’s running up my legs and down my back
pumping thought my veins
consuming my heart
it’s taking me over
I want to cry
then cry again
and cry a little more
I want to feel something
I want to feel
I want a second chance
at a first impression.
I want to introduce myself with a careless yet interested tone,
and crack a dry joke
and let out a gentle laugh
and a knowing smile.
I want a fresh start.
I want a new style.
I want a different face.
I want to change every day and be free from the sameness that is me and my life and my friends and my emotions.
I don’t want to be the me they all know.
I want another chance to define myself.
I wish I had the power to change people’s impressions.
I want to be looked at differently,
to be looked at like it was the first time.
I want to be truly noticed, not just expected.
I want to exceed expectations.
I want to be smiled at.
I want to be affectionately touched
I want to be the first one picked and the last one forgotten.
I want to be anticipated and then celebrated.
I want to cross their minds everyday for the best reasons.
I want too much.