User:Punkabuse25

A few poems from my journal

"If You Can" a variation of Rudyard Kipling's poem "If"

If you can hold your chin up when

When all others drop theirs

If you can keep together

When everyone else tears

When everything around you

Has been crumbling to bits

When everyone feels peachy

And you just feel like the pit

If you can stand tall and strong

Like the mightiest and toughest Oak

If you can be right when they are wrong

Then their ego, you have broke

The times they scold and scream and shout

Are times your bags are ready and packed

When you start to have your doubts

You know they are the Kings and Queens, and you are a Jack

If you cannot tolerate

The perpetual taunts and mocks

If you can feel like you are locked in a crate

And you’ve been knocked off your block

The feeling you

When they look into your eyes

You feel they are true

And you are hypnotized

If you can stay and wait it out

Until the brightest day has come

Then you start your journey on another route

And they are left stunned

When all you have waited for

Has finally been revealed

Then you start your own path

And your old skin has peeled

"I Wish...."

I wish for a voice.

I seem to have lost mine.

To never speak loud

To act as if I’m fine

I wish to be loved

That I had a clone

So they knew what I was thinking

And I could never be alone

I wish to shed my old skin

And never look back

To leave my memories behind

To get up and pack

With all these wishes

I have asked for

Wishes are useless

I wish I could never wish anymore

"an apple in a Bunch of Bananas"

Different

Similar with “unique”

Knows no mind but its own

A single apple,

A glistening beauty in its own way

Trapped in a bunch of Bananas

Like a Cat in a Dog house

A star in a string of Planets

Banana,

Funniest of all with its personality

But has some bruised spots, a darker side

Take the first bite and

The bruises engulf your senses

Like a Pigeon in a flock of Seagulls

A Fly in a hord of Bees

Mind over matter,

A saying to be compared with strength

Hang in there “champ”

Some things you need to escape

Others you need to let them be

Ripe,

Fresh for the minute

Better hurry up

Take control of this situation

New bananas and a new home

Away from the dark spots

I am that apple, wrestling out of the

Bunch of Bananas

"My Wooden Box"

I am a lonely paintbrush

My bristles have not been touched

I have not seen the light of day

Outside my wooden box

My wood is slowly rotting

I cannot scream or shout

The wonders I could do

If I could ever get out

The smell of new paint

Caresses my every nerve

It sends a tingle down my handle

Expressing my every curve

How beautiful it could be

If the canvas I could touch

I would not ruin the big picture

The strength, I do not have enough

But once I see the light get bigger

And suddenly I will see

My bristles will be finally touched

They will stand in aw from

Little,

Old,

Me.