What I wish I was

this is just a random poem I wrote

Getting up at two in the morning and walking downstairs

To make hot cocoa and,

Share it with no one but my thoughts.

Lying under the stars

Looking up,

Wondering how anything could

Even be significant

In this universe

I wear all black,

With neon yellow converse

My hair is twelve different colors

And sooo untidy

I’ll get up at three to paint

My walls,

My parents know better than to question me,

They’ll get answers

That make less sense than silence

I’ll go to museums with my friends,

And settle the tab at our favorite diner

Sleepovers so often

That I'm with others more often than

Being alone

I’ll have my first art show

At the young age of seventeen

It’s not what people expect

When they look

At me

I’ll walk around aimlessly,

Waiting for others to arrive

When they do-

No one thinks

That the gangly girl,

With rainbow hair

Could’ve painted something that nice

My friends spot me

The second they walk in.

Random strangers

I’ve never even met

Are looking at my art.

The moment

Six-thirty strikes

The curator -Marie-

Clinks a fork on her

Champagne glass

And introduces

Me.

Afterwards,

I don't remember much

We all went to The diner

And toasted me with their

Root beer floats

When I finally get home

It's too late to do

Anything

But sleep

I listen to heavy metal

Not paying attention

To the actual band

Just the song

I will spray paint murals

In the garage,

And sketch people

From the bus stop

My ceiling is black

With glow in the dark dots

There are posters everywhere

I baby-sit

And mow lawns,

Sometimes watch pets

While their parents are away

My desk is never clean

My snake curls around

My shoulders

When I do work

I'm in a band

We meet every Tuesday

And Friday.

I play the drums

Or sometimes sing

I'm not dating-

But that's okay

Reviews

[George Coombs]

Welcome Madeleine, I am quite new as well; this is well written and engaging work. Excellent writing telling it how it is