A few poems i did

Ok keep in mind i’m not very good at poetry so these kinda suck but i wanted to share them. Also a few of them are kinda personal so they might not make sense and they’re very metaphorical (i’ll update this overtime to add more poems if i write them)

Amelia

She’s always been my friend

Poor Amelia, i think

I wouldn’t want to be my friend either

I’m cold and rude, bitter and mean

But yet she still stays with me

Despite everything i say

I think she’d be better without me

She deserves a friend who’s nice, who doesn’t hurt her feelings

But what about me? Do i deserve someone who makes me feel complete?

Adelaide

As i look out through my window i see her

Adelaide, my neighbour 

She’s nice, i say, but i wouldn’t want to be her friend

My mum says i should

Since apparently she doesn’t have many

But yet i still don’t want to

Never ever, i say, shaking my head

My mum insists and insists until i can’t say no

I’m stuck with Adelaide now, until she moves away

When are you moving away? I ask her

Never ever, she says, you’re stuck with me now

I cry and cry and beg and beg

But Adelaide just won’t move away

A Bad Dream

A yell of anger, a cry of sadness

A banging door, a dying animal

A motor engine, a slamming brake

A tightening rope, a cackle in the night

Where am i? I ponder as a fall through the lake

You’re in a bad dream, he replies, a bad dream that won’t end 

My Place

This place used to be my home

My childhood, my place

But now it’s just a memory

Hidden away inside my heart

I hope one day i’ll be able to come back

Even if i have to wait

I hope one day that he’ll return

I hope one day they’ll all return

But now i’ve just got to wait

Until i can be in my place again

Balloons

I hold my balloons steadily, trying not to make them burst

They’re very fragile and very delicate 

I bring my balloons everywhere

To school, to work, to home

When she talks to me they fill up

As if they’re going to burst

I pray that they won’t, since they’re very full

They just keep sloshing around my arms

But soon i snap, when she mentions the future

My balloons pop

And water goes all around the place

I stare at the ground in shock 

There’s broken rubber and a puddle

I look at the puddle, my reflection looks back

I’m crying i see, pools of water on my face

Why am i crying? Why can’t i stop?

It’s not a big deal

I’m older now

I should be able to handle this

But i suppose i can’t

I fill up my balloons again and go back to hide

The Flower

I trample through the forest barefoot

I’m looking for a flower i’ve seen, purple and shining

I saw it when i was young, a small memory in my brain

Thorns stab my feet and prickles touch my toes

But i’m desperate to find the flower

Does it even exist anymore along the patch of wilting flowers?

Surely if i keep looking i’ll find it

Thorns keep stabbing and prickles keep touching

The grass is itchy and the dirt is muddy

But even still i must find the flower

Now i’m walking on dead flowers

Petals and stems all brown

The memory was wrong, there is no flower

Just what remains in the end

The Window

The window stood open and all i had to do was jump

My cat meowed, crying for me

I saw the distant grass that would kill me

The weeds that would grow

More frantic mews cried again, as if begging for me to not go

Who would feed my cat when i jumped?

I gripped the window ceil

Tears streamed down my face

Wouldn’t this be best? Wouldn’t it end my pain?

But would it end others pain, to just see me jump out the window?

The birds chirped as if edging me along

“Do it, jump!” they could’ve cried

Or perhaps maybe “stop, you’ll die!”

I glanced behind my shoulder one final look

My cat’s beady eyes blinked back at me

The question lingered once more, who would feed him?

I sobbed, i couldn’t do it

No one would feed my cat if i jumped

(^ the first line was a prompt i found on pinterest)

Life

Life is just a simulation

Run by your terrible choices

A dumb children could go on to cure cancer or become a drug addict

All that matters is his choices

Your friend could say hi to you in the morning

Does it matter what you reply with?

Would your whole day change because of a sentence?

What if you didn’t help that lady cross the road?

What if you did hold open the elevator door?

As soon as society sees your actions it thinks differently about you

Does that affect your actions, it must

In the end if you didn’t change the world you’re simply just a side character

Keeping the simulation going for those who did