I... I need something to break through
I need something to keep time
I need something to distract from the voices in my mind
I need something to scream out my frustrations
I need something to stop all of my internal speculation over a simple conversation and not have such harsh retaliations to the words "I love you"
I need something that won't make me paranoid
I need something that won't make me feel like I'm a fucking asteroid lost in the solar system that this whole argument has been born in
"You can't make it in writing"
I need something.
Something to explain my thoughts and feelings that are filling up my mind inside of this shell of a body that hasn't had anything in it since I heard the words
"You won't make it"
I'm here to prove that I can.
I don't know how and I don't know when but I know that I will and
I know that I'll do it not only to show you that I can but to show that words like yours can't stop someone who won't give up.
To show that words like yours have nothing against someone who isn't going to stop,
To show that there is nothing more dangerous than someone who's willing to die to have a lasting image in the minds of humanity.
Rhymes, alliterations acting as abstract aggressive amazing actions, words, fighting against the world of teenage adolescence in which the word "teenager" pisses you off so that you start to write poetry.
Copyright © Marco Soto | Year Posted 2017