I'm Sorry

Pitter Patter Pitter Patter, Can You Hear Me?

Overwhelmed
The Catalogue

They said don't you worry, you're too young to understand
Well I am sorry I am mad, I just want to give a helping hand
"Go to your room and do your own work
Given by your teachers at your school I don't care if you are irked,"
You say I shouldn't worry but I worry even more
The more you say that it's okay, the more it hurts me to the core
The more worry on my shoulders, I now have to bag up everything
Then you ask for my accomplishments, the things that I must bring
So I unpack and practice, till my fingers go numb
My shoulders are aching but I guess this could be fun
I can do better and I can be better
Even when I can't, I still must for that one special letter
Now with that I'm one step closer to pursuing my own dream
But is it my own dream and everything or maybe should I sing?
Then you tell me don't you worry, but trust me I still do
Everytime I think about it, I feel nervous about my next move
Now it's not even family as sometimes it's just me
I tell myself go do everything even when I cannot breathe
I'll continue to move even when I have no sleep
I try to stay humble but people don't understand
That you're also being hypocritical, and yes I've counted on my hands
But then you ask like you worry even though it is not true
Because if it were true then you wouldn't forget about me too
I also have my problems, I do this because I must
Not really because of my family but simply because of trust
I don't trust myself to stick with my other plan, my real one
So I simply must distract myself before the time comes
I tell myself it is really just okay
That it's all going to plan and it really is just fate

Deceptive
The Extended Metaphor

I am the sea
The depths are unknown, to me and to others
Everything inside is slowly corroding
Inside they cry, but swim in hopes of freedom
Only go for a purpose
Until that purpose is gone
Oh it is fun when it's nice, until you poison it
Then it becomes a nightmare

I am clovers
I may not want to be found
Considered sort of lucky
Roots stuck to the ground
For first is my faith
And third for my love
But also having a secret
Filled in me and my embodiment
Is revenge and it's stuck

I am the blessing from a curse
I am the holy for my family
Will do anything for them
No matter the consequences
No matter the claim

Paranoia
Free Verse

Maybe oh just maybe
I wouldn't be alone
Wake up with the sunshine
Shining down the throne

Awaken but still tired
Still unsure of such
You tell me maybe someday
You can give up on your trust

The throne is always under
The waters oh they're cold
The freezing icy temperatures
My warmth being sold

I hold my crown in hand
The rust is now showing
As beauty shines in my hand
The gems are not fooling

My comrades or my friends
The gloomy looming end
Is finally showing above
My final message I shall send

With a raven with a stick
The river, nyle, to begin
I've walked the end of the line
Hopefully for the win

An Ode For Note by Sound
The Ode

A touch of nostalgia
Each sound
Each note
The moving tone that's soft yet loud
It's smooth and grand as always
Maybe a squeak but that is a step
Closer indeed to freedom
Go up, go down
With steps or skips
Soft and light
Or soft yet aggressive
Piano, fortissimo
On each instrument with me

That's quite a story
Majestic, kind, or mean
A bright sound for something sweet
The dark rich sound for something neat
A short, light, touch of a rabbit hopping
The chords that say that a carousel's running
Carousel running like the wind
He thought of beauty
He thought of something
A message to spread
With their notes and their sheets
Each string for the win
And the others with wind
Cellos they sing with the viola

Allegro, adante,
Two completely different
Crescendo, diminuendo,
A swell indeed
Sound and notes that can make a blind man see
What it's like to bask in the sun
What it's like to have the best of fun
Seeing little trinkets, dancing on by
Feeling a moment of dread when the low notes fly
Creative and fun by moving the line
Fun and disciplinary
Flats and sharps with major color
Minor and major with tone and tune
Tempo and dynamics is also key
And altogether, it is a masterpiece

Revenge
Free verse

Finding and to awaken
In a field filled with clovers
The more they are grown
The less four will cover

With one two or three
Clovers should they grow
The more found and plucked
Less gratitude be shown

Therefore more one two three
Will gather at the throne
Four will cry meekly
And you will forever be alone

A/n for the extended metaphor I left out names because of privacy stuffs. Anywho this was for a school project and I was proud of the poems so here I am posting it! I hope you enjoyed ><