What do I know?
I know that there are 24 hours in a day,
though part of that is night
and the only star that doesn't sit in its sky
is the most important.
At least to earth.
I know that billion of people live on that earth.
And that no matter how much I donate to charity
only a few matter to my world.
I know that my world is only big in my head.
I know that my head likes to think it's unique,
yet nothing is unique,
and I simply enjoy pretend.
I know that pretend will never be reality,
still I try to make it in my notebook.
I know that my notebook is full of blanks
because I can only stitch rhymes.
I know that rhymes are a doomed fate
and I'll most likely be stuck with a coffee pot.
I know that I don't drink coffee black,
but I claim to take it strong.
As if that being true is deserving of a trophy.
I know that the only trophy I ever got
was for kicking a black and white ball down a field,
and that with the past years of neglect
it found its way to the trash.
I know that if someone were to look through my garbage
they'd find photos of the chubby cheeked child I once was.
Still full of curious questions
and imagination.
I know that my imagination scares me
thanks to the possibility that its fading colors
will some day become a blank page
of my adulthood.
And growing up fuels my fear.
I know that actual fear
releases natural chemicals in your brain,
and phobias
release unnatural chemicals.
I know that my mom cautions, "fluoride is a pesticide."
And here I thought
brushing my teeth is good.
I know that good isn't a real word.
That situations are ether shit or sunshine,
and mushad
is the only in between.
I know that being the middle child
means I do things myself.
Which is why it baffles me
that I can't do what I want to do most.
Because I don't know what I don't know.
I know it's long, but someone please read this!!!!! I'm begging you, take the time to tell me what you think!!!!
I like this, and if the time is taken it is interesting to read. The beginning seems very rough and so it makes it hard to continuing reading. I apologize if this is the way it was intended, but it feels draft-y. However once you get into it , the storyline becomes clear and interesting. My advice would be to work on a "hooker" for the beginning.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing I can complain about it a little word choice. Instead of "trash" in the tenth stanza I would write "garbage", or even better yet, switch and write "trash in the eleventh stanza. And I would incomporate "chemical" in the first line of te twelve stanza. I would make it flow a well as the rest of the poem. I really like this one. No one writes anymore, although I'm not one to talk...
ReplyDeletealright, so it might just be my computer, because the people who commented above me obviously had no trouble reading it, but when i look at this it looks like it is in wingding font or something. there's no letters, just little pictures.
ReplyDeleteYou guys are pretty weird, because you both know how to read this is it like on of those paragraphs when you have words and then you have pictures and whatever the picture is thats the next word.
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