I can write in rhythm and rhyme
But only when I find the time
I can write sparse thoughts of mine
If I parse them from my mind

If I could speak these thoughts of mine
A brew long syne to unbind the twine
that keeps these thoughts within my mind

Mixed signals make me hesitate
My mind begins to adumbrate
It slowly starts to advocate

There can be no quest to the truth we zest
When the path is filled and about to crest
with an ebbing tide of aggravation
instead of simple adaptation

We need to speak the things we think
And find the time to be in sync
A simple thing you ask of me
But intentions are my grand oak tree

It seems you seek an answer true
To that question clear in site
So ask it now you have the right
I will answer it with all my might
Ignoring fear that you take flight

My soul can clearly separate
the what is now and what can be
For it can surely acclimate
to whatever future is the key

I hope we can put this aside
and face the future with a pride
For what you decide will not be
An end of what you mean to me
For I believe that I can see
A part of you I never knew
A part of you that's just for me

Inside the walls that I have built
Emotions patched just like a quilt
The first time in my life anew
All things just seem to be askew

I've broken down the walls within
So something new can soon begin
The dam has broke no going back
It would not be the proper track

I cannot read your mind you know
A sign is what i really need
So I can show that side of me

My soul caught in a pantomime
Resulting in a double prime

welcome...

O.O

..you look like your 14.

..and you use words not common?

Awesome!

Especially if, when I'm taking it as truth, you wrote it. :)

Sweet.

I wrote this one in about an hour earlier tonight its the result of a passing feeling i had earlier this evening...I remember at the time thinking "this is uncharted territory"...

Believe or not I am 19 years old in that picture

I remember in grade school probally grade 7 I wrote a short story about the death penalty via the electric chair in the view point of the crowd gathered to witness the execution. It included full commentary from the crowd with both a pro and anti viewpoint.

Far be it to say i never did get that story back and it resulting in a bunch of teachers thinking i needed counseling.....

Then again, some of those same teachers used to say i was stupid and would never amount to anything as well.....

I guess they couldn't understand how a twelve year old could talk with such insite

..makes sense.

Went through something similar myself.

Won't go into details or anything, don't feel like it.

Anyway.

Loved it.

Hope to see more of it. :D

this really hit me,

"For what you decide will not be
An end of what you mean to me "

...how true that has been for me.

very nice, welcome to mingle!

How good this is!...Every verse holds something relatable...how often does that happen?...

nice write welcome to mingle

the first time i posted this one was really raw and its changed along the way so i figured i would post what it has evolved to.

Usually my stuff doesn't flow in one motion, often a collection of thoughts that eventually through some external trigger or a feeling somehow come together.

This one was the first in a long time that flowed as is in the first post in about an hour. Sometimes i go back and refine a write but often i don't, this one seemed unfinished i guess in my mind.

thanks to all for your comments


I can write in Rhythm and Rhyme
But only when I find the time
I can write sparse thoughts of mine
If I parse them from my mind

If I could speak these thoughts of mine
A brew long syne that unbinds the twine
That holds those thoughts within my mind

Mixed signals when I see them great
Simply make me want to hesitate
My mind begins to adumbrate
And slowly starts to advocate

There is no quest the truth we zest
The path is filled about to crest
With ebbing tides of frustration
A Growing sense of aggravation
Instead of simple adaptation

A need to speak the things we think
And find the time to be in sync
A simple thing you ask of me
Intentions are my great oak tree

It seems you seek an answer true
To the question inside you
So ask it now you have the right
I will answer it with truths fair light
Ignoring fears that you’ll take flight
My soul can clearly separate
And promptly swiftly abdicate
For it can surely acclimate
A future it can sublimate

I hope we can put this aside
To face the future with a pride
And walk together in a stride

What you decide just will not be
An end of what you mean to me
For I believe my soul can see
A part of yours meant just for me

Inside these walls that I have built
Emotions patched just like a quilt
The first time in my life anew
Not everything is all askew

I’ve broken down the walls within
In hope that something new begins
The dam has cracked no going back
It would not be the proper track

I cannot read your soul to note
Nothing left inside to quote
Conversation seems the safest boat
To navigate around this moat
And lift us with security
To find a new maturity

These signs are what I really need
To show those inner sides of me
My soul caught in a pantomime
Resulting in a double prime