UnPoetia:I have life

Poetry for people who hate poetry

I am alive.[edit | edit source]

I have life.

And I am alive, physically outside

Probably not on inside.

I am breathing, living, and seeing the sunlight.

But I really never liked,

The feel of being alive.

And of course MS Paint.

The feel of blood coming through my vein,

The feel of going in -40 to school everyday,

The feel of typing this at 2 AM.

The fact that this is all probably truth,

The fact that I am going it all through.

But what is this, I see on horizon?

Is this German screaming “sheisse”?

No, it’s a website,

Is that the truth?

I see it’s name, and I got it all through.

You understand, you are on it,

This beautiful site,

Cured my scare.

It cured my anxiety, pain. Ive stopped

Going to school everyday.

Reading the articles, making myself

Wonder, who is the beautiful man

Who made it come true? But I really don’t care

All I care is that am cured, and again

And again, I feel myself better with every article read

In here. On this website

That you are on. And will I drop it on such

Poetry cliff? Where’s the proper ending? Thought I fed to myself.

How I am going to end it? Will I even do it?

Will it be now or