Only fake attempts
I sit down to make white, scribbles of black or blue. Trying to make sentences of letter's that are an incomplete alphabet. My mind has too much time to contemplate worries and deifier issues that nobody understands. Who can judge me when they're own souls are destined for destruction. Who can make this easier or make it disappear I ask.
If you can answer my question and feed my desire to know what is real,
then please leave your comments in the little black box. The hand that was dealt to me is more complicated then you will perceive and the outcome only comes with making the mistakes that come with my destiny. Squeezing a dollar out of a dime is inconclusive and trying to make my life easier without pain and mistakes is impossible. Can someone take me away, further away from this life that I lead. Make me see what my life can be. Don’t let me be scared of what is next to come and if my case is put into the next man's hands let him feel my pain so that he can go and tell everyone,
that my life was not what it seemed. I try to keep my eyes looking up above, but its like a bad habit they keep looking down under, Making every decision off of my last blunder. My eyes, they watch me walk as I step on every crack. Why must I learn by living on the edge, cant I just take a step back and take just one breath? Give me a break quit talking on the sidelines; your like a driver in my blindside; with all the derogatory comments assumptions and judgments. Take your own life into your hands and quit trying to figure out how to change mine. Nobody gets my drift or understands my decision. If you cant feel MY pain how can you say you feel what im going through? Let me live my life; your mouth piece only digs a bigger grave. My heart grows colder feelings for you and despises your try. You only care about the outcome of your transgression if you had anything to do with my success then you think your job would be executioned. Do me a favor and quit your fake attempts to help me. Let me make my own mistakes as you were aloud in your younger days.
Quit trying to make me scared to cross the road that just pushes me to cross the freeway.
Adriann R. Christie
10 12 2010.
This was really deep. If I
This was really deep. If I had to choose one sentence to sum up this entire paragraph it would be....."If you can't feel MY pain how can you say you feel what im going through?" Also notable sentences would be.."let me make my own mistakes..."
Of course I could be wrong, but if I had to guess...
through experience....
this could be about a struggle with the parents...
wanting to control your life..
wanting to control who you will be
when in actuality, they can't possibly do that
because only YOU know who you are
who you want to be and who you will be...
this really got me thinking....
if i had to sum up your feelings
and the way you feel about people acting as if they understand
when they don't:
The road less traveled, is the road less known.
Sorry for all the writing:)
P.S.Sthanks for commenting mine. your short story/poem really caught my attention, i very rarely come on here to look at poems, but..i liked yours=)
P.S.S: Keep your head up:)
10 12 2010.
Your perception nailed it!
Your perception nailed it! Especially the whole Parents dip Lol. Although what I LOVE about poetry is 10 people can read the same poem and all 10 of them can have totally different perceptions. I see poetry as a rule-less way to express one self; although this is one of my writings from last year and I have moved on from this type of emotion, it is always nice to look back and reflect how far I have come. I appreciate your input. It's nice to be appreciated and recognized, wouldnt you agree :)
10 13 2010.
I know what you mean here.
I know what you mean here. People always want you to be who they want you to be or do what they think is the best thing that you should be doing but you can only be you because whenever it's just you that's who you will be. I just keep it 100 with myself and be me. I don't want to be like nobody or follow in anybody's footsteps. This poem is deep and real. I love it.