To get things off my mind sometimes I would write poems about my life. Here is a little about my life, up until the age of 18.

On Turning 18

Thinking about this number makes

me question a lot about life, do numbers

define us? At age 10 one begins to realize

all of ones favorite idols like the tooth fairy, Santa, and the

Easter bunny is all a fairytale and one needs to

wake up into the real world.

 At age 13 I was taught in order for a caterpillar to

transform into a butterfly it needed nutrients, and the nutrients

would make the butterfly as healthy as it could be, and

if the nutrients were to be ignored, then it would only

mean the potential of the butterfly has been weakened.

At age 16 I was taught how to be a man. That I would

be going down a road only I could control within life itself.

I am driving a car with no brake, and this car will continue to

drive with no brake until life begins to slow down.

I don’t think it will ever slow down. It makes me

begin to value my values and love my loved ones,

knowing I don’t need to take stuff for granted or I will crash and die.

At age 17 the car seems to be going even faster, adult life begins

take over as my conscience begins to consume my thoughts, making

 me believe I can do everything with no ones assistance or guidance.

 My brain tries to convince me I can do things I wasn’t able

to do before, and that part is true. I see things, feel things, think things I never

knew I could. Maybe I should have never turned 17 because of the things

I see, feel, and think aren’t what I expected out of this age.

At age 18, I hope the car will begin to slow down, so I can see the things

out the window. So I can take it all in and be thankful for all I have passed.

I hope I understand all the events that lead up to this point, and the adversity

that has been faced is worth as much as a lottery ticket. Because if not, then

somewhere during that car ride was a road bump, causing me to get off road

and into the wrong path. I can only hope the nutrients given to me is sufficient,

and my conscience and actions stay in sync as I continue drive the car.



I have also tried inspirational poems as well.

Slam Style

You see we’re all just a kid somewhere, all got dreams, aspirations, and goals

But you wouldn’t understand the everyday process a man can go through

Everyday is a struggle for some of us,

where it’s like we are choking from our own air

And it’s funny how many bodies you count that notice, zero

You see you don’t want them to find out

because you want to be that person slept on,

that person nobody thought could do it

Do what you might ask? The impossible.

The Iron mile some would say

You see many people are going to judge what you make out of ordinary things,

but wouldn’t you find it more interesting if a zebra had no stripes?

A jaguar didn’t have its spots? A hummingbird unable to hum?

You see the unordinary is a craving only a few possess

This obsession runs in me,

coursing through the veins of anomalies, yes anomalies

A rose without its petals is nothing but a plant, withering frail and weak,

more plants than roses in the world, don’t you think?

Don’t lose your petals, or you’ll be something beautiful forgotten

Losing my petals is not an option, it’s what keeps me going

You see my past is based off my failures and disastrous attempts,

 one would say to stop, but why stop? Why stop when there are people out there

going for your same goals, hunting you down how a cheetah stalks its prey!

Don’t think you want to be hunted pal, because the hunter becomes hunted

When a sneak confrontation occurs,

I’m that confrontation, I’m being hunted but not for long, because

you never know when exactly the sun is going to rise,

and when it does it is something someone can’t take an eye off of

because it is such a beautiful sight to not take for granted