The Summer Walks

Look in to my bowl of wonders,
 guess what you'll see
a boys burn out dreams
 and hopes of what i thought I'd be

 Your friends aren't real,
Reality is too fine to unreel
 from, but I'm sick of living
when no other soul is as intriguing
like the one from before.

I always see this broken man by the creek
he never tells he just cries; bloodshot eyes
where all you see is his demise
he knows its coming
but he rather just surrender, comply.

we all know its all lies
but we comply

We all know

Author's Note

My poems are usually with daily struggles that I go through that add up to the phobia I have for growing up. On this day, I have a bowl of cereal and i see from my lucky charms all the things i wanted and the star i wanted to be. My mother told me to go out an play with my friends but i never clicked with them, i never clicked with anything. I just hung out by the creek in the neighborhood and when the water was calm I'd look at my reflection and think.

Reviews

[S Sanders]

I can understand writing being a form of expression; for many, it is our only way of staying sane in an insane world. So, from a perspective of self-expression, I get where you're coming from, not to mention finding inspiration in odd places, such as the bowl of Lucky Charms. (I LOVE lucky charms!:-) But if you were looking to go further with this poem, perhaps submit it or have it reviewed, it seems--and this is only my humble, unprofessional opinion--that the stanza that gives the most punch, stands beautifully alone, and sums up/gives the gist of all the other lines begins with: I always see the broken man by the creek. That third stanza is lovely and ties in with the last two lines. The poem could actually begin and end with the last 7 lines. Just a thought.