Here are some poems that I wrote in high school for an assignment. I didn’t really like them too much at the time but they are starting to grow on me. Let me know what you think.. 

 

The Torture of a Bad Conscience

When you know you’ve done wrong but you can’t tell

You can’t tell because of the look

The look that you know all too well

The look of disappointment

You will do anything not to see this face

The face that haunts you everyday and will not rest

You know that there is only one-way out, but is it worth it?

Would it really be better to just get it out and see that face?

How long would it last? there is no way to tell

But could it really be as bad as this?

The torture of a bad conscience?

 

BFF?

Staying up late watching movies

Purposely making our nails look ridiculous just for a laugh

Running around in the early hours of the morning after eating a whole bowl of salt water taffy

And eating so much mac-n-cheese our parents were sure we would turn orange

All of this I thought would never fade

I thought we were like our bracelets said, “best friends forever”

I should of known then that nothing lasts forever

Maybe then it wouldn’t have hurt so bad

 

Once Upon a Time

 When I was little, I didn’t really know what fighting was

 I didn’t know about hatred

Or that people would just kill each other for no apparent reason

That one second they would be best friends and the next ruining each other’s lives

I lived in a world where dinosaurs lived

Animals talked

Your imagination could take you anywhere

And all you had to do was believe

I would do anything to get back to that world, but I can’t

Once you leave there, you can never return

No more happy all the time

No more talking with animals and peace among the worlds

All that is left now is reality 

 

Verbal Stones

 You hear the yelling all around you but you know not to speak

You hear the fighting and the hearts breaking but you can’t do anything

You can’t do anything because if you do you know that you will just end up making things worse

By not saying anything at all you can’t be blamed

But you can

Just by being there you are affiliated

By listening and not acting on what you hear you are even more at fault than the one’s throwing the verbal stones