I was at my parent's house a couple of weeks ago, and I found some old poetry I wrote in high school. Thought I would post this, in hopes I would feel inspired again to write.
Queen
I cannot organize my thoughts
Into a manner easy for you to understand
And the voices inside my head
Are telling me to turn away your hand
No one here wishes to be rescued,
Eveyone inside this soul is fine
If we ever need a dictator, we'll turn to you
But for now I'll use this queen of mine.
Run
The air is thick with tension,
It's so hard to breathe
and within these legs
I begin to grieve
In every single moment
the pace quickens
Between the birds and wind
The air thickens
Until faster I move,
Faster the steps repeat
Until the air is clear,
Until I can breathe.
Miles away from war and
Miles into peace
Until I have to turn around...
then the repetition of steps seize.
Slowly the shadow turns,
Now he follows me
And back to the war-grounds we go
My shadow following reluctantly.
Home
The fog settles in on the highway
I can barely see on my way
Home in from the heart of this town
My radio playing the only sounds
Here, it's busy, but slowing
Down and God means nothing.
Inside the church it's about
the people you're out
With at night and how you dress-
Just a million ways to impress
Everyone that's known this place forever
During the day, home always seems better
But I don't think I'll ever leave,
At night it seems I'll never leave...
It's almost like the prejudiced ways
Are addicting in this place
I'm trapped in a town
That's slowly pressing down
My self-esteem
And the way I look at things;
I pick up the phone
For the first time I feel alone
And I wish I had someone to relate
To who'd feel the same fate
Is to be here forever
During the day, home always seems better
But I don't think I'll ever leave,
At night, it seems I'll never leave...
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