Mostly Poetry — Poetry Mostly

"I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack"

Month: November, 2011

Courage, charisma, beauty–

Traits I wish I had,

But then it came to me:

There is only one ______, and for that I should be glad.


You can cut the string on the balloon and

Let it reach the moon,

But once you do, do not cry

For even though it is gone, it is high in the sky.


The pain is never-ending

I just want to die.

Be careful, for once

the words escape your mouth, they

can’t be taken back.

Why is it so hard

to figure out

who I am,

without a doubt?

     I feel like I’m the only person who doesn’t have it all figured out. I don’t know who I am, what I love, or what I want. Do you? I feel so lost and confused. I often wonder if life will always be this way or if this feeling just comes with my age. My mind is so clouded by who I’ve been raised to be and by who society tells me to be that I don’t know who I actually AM. I need to do some major soul searching. Or creating?

Why can’t life just make sense?