I've seen it done before
People making beautiful words
Fall into beautiful arrangements
With a beautiful perfection
It makes my heart melt
My soul sing
It makes me into a romanticist
Then thrusts me toward realism
Because nothing that beautiful
Happens organically
For me
Words never fall so perfectly
Into my mind
Words never fall so perfectly
Into my mouth
It gets so twisted
So jumbled
So messy and flat
In chaos, I'm swimming
Drowning so fast
Unlike action, reaction
Is something unplanned
Foreign words cloud your mind
Like a shower of sand
If life were a script
I could write it
If life were a play
I could act it
But, alas, life is improv
From beginning to end
And in chaos, I'm falling
Waiting to land
People making beautiful words
Fall into beautiful arrangements
With a beautiful perfection
It makes my heart melt
My soul sing
It makes me into a romanticist
Then thrusts me toward realism
Because nothing that beautiful
Happens organically
For me
Words never fall so perfectly
Into my mind
Words never fall so perfectly
Into my mouth
It gets so twisted
So jumbled
So messy and flat
In chaos, I'm swimming
Drowning so fast
Unlike action, reaction
Is something unplanned
Foreign words cloud your mind
Like a shower of sand
If life were a script
I could write it
If life were a play
I could act it
But, alas, life is improv
From beginning to end
And in chaos, I'm falling
Waiting to land
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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