Why Can't I
Why can't I just be a bird,
that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly?
Why can't I just be the sun,
that warms the summer afternoon? Giving light to all of us, even on grey winter's day.
Why can't I just be a tree,
that bestows us pleasent shade, bequeathing fruits or lovely buds? Flowers that never seem to fade.
Why can't I just be a baby,
whos as innocent as can be? Void of anguish, problems,or anxiety, like the ones I bare in silence.
Why can't I just be happy, content with all the blessings given to me?
Why...I have no ansers for this
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Darkness
Darkness is actually a nickname i picked up as a child and its followed me ever since I currently read poetry at a hookah lounge where my friend works every thursday night and i also often play guitar there aswell and sing in a punk band i build custom longboards by hand and am starting a company in doing so i grew up a homeless orphan rasied by biker clubs bcuz my birth mother was a junkie and my birth father tried ending my life the reason behind revealing that information to you guys is thats what strated my love to write and so understand my poetry comes from a dark place and is rarely uplifting.
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