Best High On Life Poems

“You’re a foot fairy” they say to me.
“You’re a band geek” they mock at me.
“You’re a Jesus freak” they bash on me.

What can I do to gain their love? 
Hatred toward everything I do! 
When will this pass? 
High school needs to die.

“Poetry is for...

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Freshman year was a breakout year for me,
I maintained a positive attitude.
This was someone I did not used to be,
Through that year I gained so much gratitude.
Year two was by far the year of heartbreaks,
a lot of my family members had died.
I was so mentally...

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You're not satisfied

Eyes lacking passion
A burning sensation replaced with ice
Our intensity reduced to a mere glance
sitting in silence where the chatter used to live

I am an afterthought.
Letters you sent her
While I laid in wait
I am patiently going mad
Waiting for you to think of me first

You’re...

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What do you want out of Life?

The question seemed simple enough.
But not only had I never thought about it,
I didn’t understand it.
I really didn’t.

We’d always been poor and
taught to never ask for anything.
Why raise expectations
only to be disappointed?

How do you ask for anything?
Then what? Actually...

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Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the...

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We are young
Love to sing the red maple’s sorrow
Love to ask why people are so busy
Love teasing merchants as they crazily whooped 
Sometimes we see sparrow’s head overturned
We will laugh all day long

Life is dancing with the cloud and moon
Poetry is the vintage
Drunk together with...

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By the time I finished highschool, my top highest dream that I wanted to accomplish before any of my other so many dreams
          Was
            ...

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6:23 PM
Clock ticks ticks ticking 
Hunched back and sprawled all over
I get this feeling
Fingers taps taps clicking
Pen taps in repetition 
I hate this feeling
I stared at the calendar
And scorned at the squeaking birds outside
As well as the date presented
Circled in bold red 
With the words
"Time's...

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Numbers and letters on Excel
Determine how I excel
Teacher plays wizard
Competition rises
Prize of apples, robes, cars
Blood thirsty blood hounds
On a chase
Or a race
Bye, childhood
Friendliness no longer exists
I’m a monster
New goals
Apples, robes, cars
Sweat, blood, tears
What is chivalry?
Camaraderie?
It’s a hunt
For apples, robes, cars
Must survive...

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I walk into such thicket for such answers
	Life purpose
		For hope of learning nature’s charms
	To find life purpose
		For those days I lay dying
			I hope to not discover—not living
I not want this life to live
	Not to give up.
		Unless it neededly be so
I wanted to remove from life:
	That...

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I’m huddled up in my usual spot outside
Cold as a dog’s nose
On the old park bench, eating air pies
Drinking crushed sun, watching for a sign
Counting days, waiting for rain
There are signs everywhere, the crowd
In every sense a herd
But not behaving like one
I have seen them...

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I never saw myself as an old man
Never thought two-thousand would come either
I lived my life not on any one plan
Sweated through high school without a breather

I haven’t the mobility to run
though at times I can walk pretty darn fast
and I am always out getting...

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Every day I walk with people.
Maybe not side by side,
Maybe not in the same stride,
But we are walking step by step.
Together.
To reach
To find
Our own stars
In our own time.
We all speak to each other
Every single day.
Either through a glance
Or through not giving one.
Every single day
We all...

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Nature's womb is healed,
and birthing seeds have been sown;
renewed life coming:-...

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I wanted to fly and be a fighter pilot

From my youngest age

Shooting enemy Soviet planes down

Before they could nuke us

The sky called to me

A lofty cavern of air and clouds

But my dream was just a dream

For when I was 14 my eyesight went bad

I couldn't...

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