This is the first peom i ever wrote back in highschool.. this is when i let my creativity go.. let it be released.

-bored of the endless cycle of life
so predictable.. so .. aggrivating
-never really changing
just disguising old habbits and routines
-ready to break free from my shell
and let the world know who i am
-words flow from my head to paper
full of anger
-never stopping the flow of the river
jumbled words no meaning
-but it makes sense to those
who know the words
-is there another who seems out of balance
like me in this world of chaotic order
-is there someone bending the norm
scaring the fearless
-confusing the wise with words of the mind
the heart, soul, and emotions inside
-questions rising of why things are
the answers confusing the thread of thought
-simple people in their routines
try to explain.. but only confuse
-those ready to break free from "just because"
question the decisions made by those before
-trying to understand all this information
my head will explode
-releasing the tension
scratches on paper
-friends think it's stupid junk
in their thoughts it makes no sense
-but to me its correct
the thoughts from my head
-so much required
to little time
-we're asked to learn from the past
step into the future
-living in a dream world where all is well
simplicity is gone with a new begining
-the brilliant minds gone to waste
sensless junk we cram in our heads
-just told to memorize what others learned
who cares if we know it as long as it's there
-skip from subject to subject
insanity is on its way
-a call to take me away
to put all at ease while it storms
-experimenting with new things
experiences gained and lost
-time steals the day and joy
never stopping to give a second look
-my hand and head never stop
as sensless rabble someone might read
-wanderin what's in my twisted lil thoughts
dangerous or safe, sane or insanity
-reality clashes with dream
a horrible war coming
-knocking a forboding tone
as it all slips out free
-worrying parents as they question
i'm still saying "i'm ok""i'm fine""don't worry"
-words from songs
mixing with mine
-exhaustion taking over
its at an end
-but it will always come back
it always does
-to haunt my dreams, desires, emotions
but i welcome it
-hoping it to never end
it is my release, my fuel, my hope
-a stream so intoxicating
addictive as anything
-seconds pass by as i write
as lines repeat
-a sublte meaning still not showing
calling to me
~o.b.m. Charity~