Once upon a time I made no mistakes

I should not sit on this couch and watch Netflix

I should take pouty mouth pics for my press kit

I should defy the rules of logic

I should invent some quirky new merchandise product

I just want to write good and not sell bread sticks

I will not become a martyr for the deadbeats

I will shave my beard off by the end of this week

I will go out and learn to socialize and figure out why all my ex-friends hate me

I'm going to put this big brain to good use

I'm going to write write songs to find objective truths

I'm going to be better than my father

I'm going to upload well edited pictures to Flickr

I'm going to eat a lot more Fig Newtons and sign petitions by women's rights movements

I wish I'd met you on Legends of the Hidden Temple

I wish Hegel wasn't so incomprehensible

I wish I was more like the Übermensch

I wish my fears didn't have such a putrid stench

I think my muscles should be bigger

I don't know much about Being and Nothingness

But I might just be a being of nothingness

I heard there's going to be a life parade

 

We were driving and I yelled "Padiddle"

You started crying so I cried a little

I'm almost positive if I made better mix CDs

I would bother less with relationship complexities

You know, sometimes I stutter

Sometimes I forget to put on cocoa butter

Sometimes I wish I was better at just writing

Sometimes I feel like the master of thong wiring

In the future I will neuter my ambitions

I will give in to anxieties

I will observe superstitions

I will be Indiana Jones in small claims court

I will regret in high school that I never joined clubs

In the future I will be passive aggressive

In the future I will vote for the wrong guy

In the future I will be swayed by a strong bribe

And a very firm handshake and I will invite dinner guests over for ham steak

I will be gone before the rise of the oceans

I will become a squiggle in the string of quotients

Come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than in the middle

Once upon a time

Me & Cinderella put it all together

We can drive it home

To fix my wrongs

 

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