My optimism turned Into pessimism, It took over. Waiting for my turn, Yearning to be heard, I searched for a way out; Clawing, Screaming, Scratching, and Crawling. I found an escape, But it lasted nothing but a day.
Many poems I read seem so sad The poems fills your eyes with tears This doesn't mean the poems are bad But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer
There is so much beauty to write about Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts
A poem can be about Flowers or trees A poem can be about Crystal blue seas
A poem can be about a ring of smoke Or a beautiful girl Or about the beauty We find in this world
A beautiful disaster, Reflecting off the mirror; A peaceful S T O R M rolling through town;
A creative mess, on the museum wall; A fearful fighter, Overcoming his anxieties; Listening to the art, While watching the music, A mess born sdrawkcab; Living inside out.
I can hear the music in the background Cold sweat rolling down my chest My heart pounding to the beat becoming one with another Hitting every eight count Leaping across the floor higher than before The louder the music the faster my pace Nothing on my mind, my body getting lost to the music Smiling because they’re watching Hair in my face Adrenaline running Feet aching Body ready to collapse Pushing for the next count Knowing every pointed toe, releve, and turn can break it or make it. Striving for more, because Dance is what I live for.