READ ME.A Poem by FrancheskaWhat i and someone like me, possibly you, would maybe think about when they sit down to write or eat dinner... or whenever... you would do your thinking...
I CAN WRITE A HAPPY POEM BUT THEY ARE USUALLY BRAINLESS
EVERY OTHER ONE IS ABOUT HOW MY LIFE HAS BEEN FILLED WITH STRESS AND BASICLY A MESS.... what should i write i think about my extra-ordinary life today and how it still is a fight i dont really know what i could say there are things i know and things i dont there are things i show and things i wont THIS IS WHAT I DO TO SORT IT ALL OUT I REASON WITH MY SELF TO TEPORARILY HIDE FROM MY PATHETIC TEENAGE DOUBT: i close my eyes and try to think of my next move there are only so many tries before i lose but what is the rush ive been in worst places ive learned not to trust such innocent faces Ive grown in ways i know now nothing is forever we are all strays including the clever BUT WHAT DO I KNOW? IM NOT EVEN CLEVER, AND IM A TERRIBLE SPELLER ALOUGHT I CAN RHYME WELL WITH BIG WORDS TOO.. CLEVER-ENDEAVOUR, ANYWAYS... life only gets more confusing people less reliable the odds of losing are frankly undeniable have you ever asked yourself the questions below... what do i do on a day to day basis? whats next for me and how can i know? should i let time fill in the holes and all the spaces? and what am i all about? am i too young to know? do i have to figure it out? can't i just go with the flow? and i have all the questions and nobody with anything concrete just suggestions and selfish deceit i have an option to try and put my puzzle together i could let these thoughts race through my mind i could try to sew together all my patches forever i could waste away, depressed looking for the answers i want to find AND SINCE THIS POEM IS ONE OF MY MOST HONEST AND TRUE IM GUNNA BE TOTALLY REAL WITH YOU... id rather sit here and forget indulge in all the distractons play some russian roulette and forget about the results of my actions because thats what works for me for now at least its okay drowning my thoughts with a glass of whiskey day after day AND NOW BOYS AND GIRLS TO END THE TALE OF GLORY, ill leave you with my HALF ASSED PROBABLY CORRECT BUT NOT ENTIRELY CERTAIN, ID GET A SECOND OPINION, BUT WOULD TRUST ME, BECAUSE ITS MOST LIKELY PARTLY ALL SPOT ON morale of the story... change is bound to us wether you or i like it or not we only have the power to guess if we can make the next shot one of these days, weeks, years ill be where i feel right and there will be no more fears no more questions, confusion, no more sad poems to write. © 2008 FrancheskaAuthor's Note
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