The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry

My Story

My story is messy. I hope one day it will be told.

I don't know who I am. I can only wish for it to unfold.

I see the blue skies that arch above me, so wide and free.

I can only hope that in 20 years I'll still be...me.

Growing up is odd and difficult.

Sometimes you gotta take the candy with a lil' salt.

Gotta learn until your head hurts from the pressure.

An emotion you can never truly measure.

A faraway thing that brushes against your legs,

A salty crush that turns you into sea-wrecks.

Tossed about like sand among the stars,

To never see my enemies come to harm.

But it's messy. God it's wrong.

I don't know who I am and can't go along.

I think I might figure it out––one day, maybe.

Can't keep playing sad and angry.

So rise up, so get down.

The world is turning round and round.

Leave the world, fall from its trees,

Follow the rhythm it's meant to be.

Because great things are meant for you,

And great things were never meant for me.

No matter how much it makes me cry,

Knowing one day I gotta say goodbye.

Life is full and it's so short,

And I gotta build those barriers, strong as a fort.

But right now I hide in my shadow,

Bow pulled back, nocked with an arrow.

But it's messy. God it's wrong.

I don't know who I am and can't go along.

I think I might figure it out––one day, maybe.

Can't keep playing sad and angry.

Is this all meant for me?

Is this all there is meant to be?

All the stars and the cosmos,

Can't let anyone get just too close.

So I keep on running to find something,

Don't know if I'll ever find my wings.

But one day I gotta say goodbye,

And I'm spending this time telling my lies.

All the stars and cosmos way above,

Will it ever be enough?