"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple," -Jack Kerouac
A really bad poem about wanting to leave for college. Enjoy as best you can.
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I don't want to be here.
Stuck in this place
where dreams come to die.
where dreams come to die.
Stuck in the place
where people come to settle.
where people come to settle.
I don't want
my pieces to settle
in the bones of
someone else's life.
The lines that separate us
are sprawling suburban lawns
and the ones that cleave status.
The places I found myself
were somewhere else.
Somewhere far from
the mundane
the ordinary
the stereotype.
I don't want to be here
where the stars flicker out at 5pm
where everyone pretends they're different
where what I do is a novelty.
I want to be somewhere
where the city never sleeps
where my people are
where adventure and life springs at the corners.
I want to be somewhere
where my strings
sever like autumn leaves
where my roots are exposed
like the breathings of my heart
where each new day
brings a new face
where I can forget
the person I was
where I can forget
the person you think I am.
This place would be beautiful
colorful
lively
passionate
hard
soft
new
old
everything
in between.
This place would be
everything
my home
cannot be.
I have overstayed my welcome.
My soul has traversed on
while my body remains here
stuck in an all-to-familiar place.
I dream of a place
where my eyes are painted in color
where the streets are paved in gold
where the city bleeds words
where I can find my place
outside of nowhere.
And this place
it would be me
really
truly
me.
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This would probably be better as a slam poetry video but I don't know how to do slam poetry or make a good video so.
Oh well.
Oh well.
~The WordShaker
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