maturity
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It took me a long time to realize that sometimes you have to completely fall apart to beome the best version of you,
And that even though you try so hard to control it, there is only so much that you can do.
I've had friends
Invisible, and solid
Some, and then none
One, and only one,
Some who loved to please me
While others dared to deceive me
Those who've looked into my eyes and lied
Unwillingness to change,
leaves cherished traditions redundant, strange.
Clutching time honored truths puzzling the old,
estranging youth. What we thought we ought to do,
Confined in these lines, how much movement is mine
How much deviance is permissible without going too far as to be
Unacceptable
Unaddressable
Unprofessional
Once we’ve prepared ourselves..
We begin clearing ourshelves..
One by one a memory goes down..
Each one from our hometown..
Exasperation flows all over me
When I hear them giggling behind me
It occurs to me that
They are happier than me
Growing.
Most may say that it relates to one's height,
but it's much more than what you can physically see with your sight.
Growing.
It leads to more maturity.
Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music
I close my eyes
When they open, I’m a little girl
One day you wake up and something seems different,
You can’t quite figure out what it is that instant.
So many people you were friends with seem immature and kid-like,
Comparing them to you is like night and day light.
Why couldn't the other kids notice?
Why couldn't they see the ugliness that was beyond the playground?
Why was it that only she could see that her mother was crying, alone, and tired?
My new mind had to learn that evolution is inevitable,
That hey, you're gonna get skeptical
When you see the A's, B's, C's, and D's and wonder why they skipped E.
I am by Christopher White
I am a fisherman with a rod
I hear the water beating the soft rocks that lie in streams
To love you now is to love you then;
adopting a ticking time bomb and calling it my best friend.
Forgetting that the fuse was lit,
When your face gets more and more wrinkles
and your eyes become deadened without its twinkle
that’s when you know you’re an adult
When no one cares about your excuses
It’s all about how you can fix this
Patience
What is it?
A nonexistence.
The mind was wicked, and the body was involuntary.
Play around, aggravate sound, Adam found.
Indeed, an innocent one.
Patience
What is it?
When I was a kid, I acted like one
Just did things so I could have fun
At the time there was nothing wrong with it
Although I would get into trouble, just a bit
As I got older, my mindset began to alter
My heart flutters and bangs its way throughout my body.
Adrenaline courses through my veins and your hands trace it out of my skin.
Hot breath in my mouth and out yours.
It wasn't until one day,
A Thursday to be exact,
That I opened my eyes slowly
To the shimmering beams of light.
Soaked deep beneath my skin,
I welcomed the light.
The glow emitted from within me
Step one
Look up to your brother he's in your corner
And has a back when you've got none, don't let him down
I slid to the floor of this solitary place, surrounded
by hastily scribbled memos
on monochrome sheets of paper.
and cannot find a singular one addressed to my former self;
The hand I first grabbed within the firstfew moments of my life,The hand I first held into within my firstfew stepsthe hand I held when crossing the street,the hand I held when I was afraid,
I hold a flower in my hand
It's been with me since I was born
Delicate to the eye, soft to the touch
Perfect, taintless, lily white
As I run and as I play
I try to keep my flower clean
The bridge to maturity is one I've never wanted to cross
I love feeling younger, in my youth is where I choose to be lost
Responsibilities are too much work, I don't like to stress
Taunting vultures circulate overhead
Without invitation.
The incessant, whipping wings
Pay no mind to
The air that I displace.
Let's be lonely together
We'll sit by the fire and you might call me a liar
Cause I stole some Monopoly money while you turned your back
Or I stole some of your food and had a light snack
dear you,
i'd like to share a story
there was once a caterpillar
she wanted to flyshe was envious of the winged ones
Why strive to be something that is unimportant?
Something that can only have potential for misfortune.
Still, people count their flaws and cut themselves down to portions.
The sentence of an almost adultFor the crime of surviving this longNot livingEyes closed, shut tightThe only thing that had my name on it before now were
A year is an hour An hour is a second Look at the clock tower Time goes by slow was what I reckoned The future was near but seemed so far I was living in the past To see that I was dwelling on a scar Time moves at the speed of light, silent
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk
Listen whilst I remember, recall
Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet
For he was never such a declious trait
Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
My love for you has grown so much.
You've taught me to how to love,
and appreciate the sky above.
Your word inspires my life each day,
and I want to please you in every way.
Thank you for taking care of me,
Old me
is no where near
the new me
I am polished,
painted,
look good as new
Old qualities are still there
be yourselfbe a kidlike I didbe your own personbut did I mentionthese sidelinesguidelinesto abide by
Skipping class cause I ain’t got time for this. I got too many vines to watch. Too many boys to kiss and twerk videos to make.
I never liked science.
I was terrible.
I never understood the four layers of the earth which was really five.
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.
It's just like the old saying,
"you don't realize what you've got until it's gone".
It's the same for beauty.
Why I Never Want to be a Mother
I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect.
I know no damn thing about cooking,
and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
I guess this is growing up,
Taking hard courses and making life choices.
I guess that is growing up.
Learning how to be responsible and eating all the right foods.
I guess this is growing up.
For everyday I wake and for every step I make, a trail of emotions follow
Tears turn into one of those everyday things
You're used to all day and all night
It eventually turns into a river in seconds
She was always different
Not in the way of the kid in class whose only friend was imaginary
And not in the way of the most popular girl, with a posse catering to her every whim
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
at age 13:
girls were Sluts; Bitches, Whores, or Prudes,
and we thought that the length of jean aeropostle shorts
were fuses that would lead to some dangerous explosion of promiscuity because:
For once in my life the storm around me matches the storm raging in my soul.
For once in my life the puzzle pieces fit perfectly.
No one is looking for me.
I haven't disappeared, but why can't they see me?
That's alright, I'm not hoping to be found,
I already found myself
Blue, clear skies where the fairest of the flock is marching alongside the wind
Purplish black thunder clouds singing with immense bass, while lightening dances to every note
Your smile makes me smile, your embrace is my shield
My friends don’t know it,
And I can never say.
Because when their world come tumbling down,
I’m there.
And if not me then someone.
Always.
I’m grown up and strong,
I get used to the feelingBut some people don'tThey get what they want so easilyAnd experience no bumpsI knew I wouldn't get itI still know why I tried
I have walked 17 miles as of now
Pretty soon I will reach 18 miles
Along my walk, I have met lots of people
Learned valuable knowledge
Seen many wonders
Where I walked was guided by my elders
Little did I know that I committed a sin against my own race for my dialect and skin
The way I was, was apparently all wrong and I shake my head when my father finally clarified my mistake
Am I going insane?
feels like i'm in another dimension.
Stop, get out of your head,
you have to pay attention.
Surrounded by your classmates,
but feel alone all day.
Dismissal bell means nothing,
Little boy Joe and twin brother Nicky,
Play pirate outside and often are icky.
In their dad's study they find a large chest,
And small captain fingers get it all sticky.
Going Our Separate Ways
My eyes begin to water
As I crave your warm embrace
Missing you is like a deadly sin
It breaks my heart
I tore the words "Once Upon a Time"
Traced the letters "O" "U" "T"
Folded it up all nice and neatly,
Kept it in my breast pocket for my heart to see,
Then the words caught fire,
They fell away to ash,
There was never a time, never a place
Never a moment that was not erased.
I try, I forget, I remember again
And you’ve told me this memory is not a friend
What memory is this, I need to forget?
Young with conditions.
Hands all over
anchoring our dreams.
Up all night,
laughing with magnetic hope.
Adolescence is only
but a piece in my puzzle
Its reminiscence
cascade in parts that portray
the whole image
Appearing in glossy
bent forms,
But my experiences
are only components of my
My childhood was filled with simple joys,
raindrops dancing on summer-scented skin
and soaking my downy head to the scalp,
belly laughs for so long they hurt
I wish I could be a child forever,
clinging to my mother after a bad fall on the asphalt
pained but safe in the knowledge that she is there;
It will be all right.
But days go and the nights fly away,
To fall and crash, to climb back up
Is what my sister did.
All throughout her high school years,
She was a faulty kid.
To sneak and lie and just mess up
Was her kind of thing.
I watch her closely--
As her smile broadens,
Her dark curls caress her blushing cheeks
And her eyes carefully roam beds of flowers.
She reaches down,
Plucks a handful of daisies,
Hark to the faster beating of my heartAs my eyes see that time hath grown much less.Wherefore dost we leave so near from the start?The thought hath haunted me, I must confess.
In this life we are all led by love; love from your parents and from their parents above. In this life we are all given some type of chance to revel in pomp or overcome circumstance. But in this life I do declare, many things are simply unfair.
My first day of School!
I write because Mommy said so.
My teacher is beautiful; I really hope she likes me.
I write because my cursive needs practice.
I need an A in English for my allowance.
Life is coming at you quick
There is no place to turn
College is upon you
Adult hood is upon you
Life - is upon you
Those days are gone
The days of sitting down at tables
French-fries in hand
I wrote you a letter but you never replied
And something was loosed inside of my mind
You can take a chance and call it independence
But you’ll be gone before your time
There was a boy who dreamed so high
Looked at the sky to see if he can try
As Life went on all that he can see,
Is a harsh road filled with spikey trees.
Down he goes to see the road,
As one grows more we must be sure of what to do in certain situations. Not to act like a childish fool but to know when to act right and to not have to resort to fist fights. Have a better out look on the world because it can be very bright.
you’re getting married saturday.
you’re marrying the man you deemed better
than my father, the man you figured was
more suitable for you than
three children, a loving husband,
a house with large windows
Mature
Unfurl new wings,
Anxious to taste freedom,
Yet afraid to take the first leap,
Adult
