Poetry.....new found art, for me at least

As a senior, I have been taking random classes just to fulfill my credit hour requirements. So I'm taking this creative writing class, which just happens to be primarily, only about poetry. Something I have never written before, but I have realized that I kinda sorta really like it.....its a cool way to express yourself. Here is my first poem I ever wrote:


Tears flow down my face
as if the levies to my tear ducts broke.
Eyes redder than the ink
used to grade my English paper.
And even though my face screams
Save me from this hell I call life

All my mouth could muster is
‘my day was fine.’

Mundane and generic
but all my mom had time for
before she went off to bed
leaving me
to navigate the world of love,
adolescence, and all the other things
parents tell their children
over bedtime stories and late night conversations.

Trial and error, what better way
to describe my life filled with
pent-up frustrations towards

All the boys who never liked me,
girls that hated me,
and teachers that couldn’t even remember
my name.

Oh the good years—high school
a time where I was ignored by most
and remembered by
none.

A time that has come and gone
leaving me with scars I’m proud
to show as proof I made it through.

The END
 
I think I'm gonna continue to write poetry & occasionally I will share some with you.