I keep emotions locked away
a caged animal ready to tear
tear away and show a candid me
so i hide him
...
I'm lying in bed
and a shiver runs down my spine
and I cant go to sleep
and then a simple yet ungainly question runs through my head
...
I write my thoughts on this paper
a string of poetry
runs through my veins
and I must express
...
Hey It's me Robert. I'm just finally getting to this. I'm not going to make this long cause I hate typing. I've loved poetry all my life, even before i knew what it was but I knew I was missing a void. I'm not a good writer i'm more of a reader, but i did a little of a try. I dont usually have poetry running through my veins its usually like a time of a season that I get a surge of creativity. but meanwhile I love to read and I want to find like a poetry cafe to listen but i cant find any. I guess my town isnt artistic enough. oh well, well tell me about my poetry. I knows its not the best but its my baby. hopefully I'll get more in tune later in life. ~Robert Hill)
Worry
is it school?
is it hormones?
is it stress?
is it the weather
or is it testosterone
that makes me worry this way