Poetry, a collection.

[shelgon]

[somethingelsealltogether-blog1]

i try not to hold grudges but I will learn from our experiences. I am not gonna hate you. Why would I waste the energy on someone out to make my life harder? If you need me, I’ll be here. If you don’t, I wont. Simple as that.

[somethingelsealltogether-blog1]

those who produce the best they hurt the most inside we’re all just running around not showing too much pride giving everything a chance just trying to find something to feed to our starving minds

frantic is one way i could hope to describe the thoughts inside my head they keep me paralysed coz everybody knows no one will sympathise with what it is that makes us  one of a kind.

[somethingelsealltogether-blog1]

I have no one to talk to. no one no one no one. No best friend to cry to, No teacher to vent to, No parent to listen to my ramblings of unjust treatment. Just me, myself and I. How can I suppress it? How can I change the way it makes me feel? I have no one to talk to. no one no one no one.

[somethingelsealltogether-blog1]

Opening Dialogue, a short story.

me: tries to show mother something I’ve made

mother: *on ipad, hardly looks up*

me: what do you think! *starts to explain thing*

mother: uhuh.

me: my friends are a lot more exciting to talk to than you are. Just letting you know.

mother: the feeling’s mutual.

me: good.

[somethingelsealltogether-blog1]

I want to run.

i want to run.

I don’t mind if I have to come back

that isn’t the point.

I want to run

because it reminds me

that I am my own person

and that

nothing you say or do can change that

I want to run

away from here

away from you and your assumptions

away from your nagging

far from your disappointed tones

You made the mistake

of allowing me to befriend people

who treat me with respect

because now

I want to run

from the way you treat me

and towards them.

I want to run.

I don’t mind if it makes me tired

that isn’t the point.

I want to run

because here i am so naive and forgiving that

I keep clinging to hope that

you respect me the way that

I should be respected

I want to run

because no matter what I do here

I end up at square one

but when I’m away

I know that

I can breathe my own air

walk in my own shoes

and not be letting anyone down.