A Poem...
Play is tomorrow, it is snowing.
I am bored.
...i think i will go over lines...
But first, a poem!
I want to break the senses into confusion.
To smell with my eyes,
Touch with my thoughts,
Feel with my words,
I want to live.
To die and leap at the same time,
To show someone a merry rhyme.
And to show everyone what is mine!
Oh, and give everyone my words!
To be immortal-and not care!
To do outrageous things and make people stare!
Dance on rooftops, go and night hop.
To feel…
I want to show it,
And let it come out of my skin.
I don’t want to hold it in!
Let it come out of me,
Like I was nothing but holes.
I want to tell stories.
To tell a lie,
So I can show a truth.
Change the world,
By being a youth.
I am bored.
...i think i will go over lines...
But first, a poem!
I want to break the senses into confusion.
To smell with my eyes,
Touch with my thoughts,
Feel with my words,
I want to live.
To die and leap at the same time,
To show someone a merry rhyme.
And to show everyone what is mine!
Oh, and give everyone my words!
To be immortal-and not care!
To do outrageous things and make people stare!
Dance on rooftops, go and night hop.
To feel…
I want to show it,
And let it come out of my skin.
I don’t want to hold it in!
Let it come out of me,
Like I was nothing but holes.
I want to tell stories.
To tell a lie,
So I can show a truth.
Change the world,
By being a youth.