poet Oscar Aceves

Oscar Aceves

Teenage Trategy

In my room, All Alone,
I have my gun,
And I have my phone,
I look around and I know,
The door is locked,
And the lights are off,
I want to cry,
I want to weep,
The demons have gone
In way too deep,
If only I could fly,
Fly to the sky,
And when I know,
That when I'm high,
I'll just let go,
And make no sound
Until I've reached the ground,
But I have no wings,
I have no sons,
So then I'll pull the trigger
Of my pistol gun.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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  • Meliissa Arredondo (11/16/2007 11:51:00 PM)

    omg thats my favortiie! ! !
    tell me when you come up wiith the star one! ! !
    =)

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  • Evaughn GrayEvaughn Gray (11/10/2007 6:27:00 PM)

    wow that was good...keep it up! ~Hazel

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  • Tash Walsh (11/10/2007 6:17:00 PM)

    wow intense nice write

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