Namaste

something like an epiphany

And she sat there..
In the middle of the lunchroom,
this crowd of people.
Alone.
Pen & notebook in hand
and smiled.
Around her was this inaudible fog
and bright colors
and figures
like ghost moved about
It was beautiful.

No, she was not high
but, she laughed as though she was
and shed a single tear
they probably looked and wondered,
what in the hell?
judged, of course,
she's crazy.

But what she saw
was something others merely pretend too
It was the value

in other humans beings.

To think,
One day we will get old.
This is the oldest we have been and the youngest we will be,
ever again.

There's a future somebody

next to me

and I just hope to be
a future somebody

to someone somewhere

some day.
And then the bell rang.

Reviews

[P.S.]

"This is the oldest we have been and the youngest we will be, ever again." As a reader and writer- this is the line that speaks to me. I think the rest of the poem needs to evolve if I'm being frank. But... if it was just written as a spur of the moment poetry really for expression rather than impression then its perfect. Namaste.

[P.S.]

BTW, I see this is the only poem you have published on here and if you are presently the girl in school as depicted in the poem then you are fairly young so I feel the need to encourage you to keep writing. I hate saying anything negative bcuz you do not know how fragile someone is or how vulnerable they may be at the moment. Make your voice heard- that is the beauty of poetry.

[Alecia T.]

thank you s much, and yes it was something in the spur of the moment. I appreciate your constructive criticism and I am a sensitive being lol but without allowing myself to hear what others have to say I will not grow. I am a high school student and currently working on my first poetry book which should be published sometime next year so I am skeptical about what I put on here