Maracci's Blog

I want to be an adult Little me said Didn't know it would be hard Thought my life would be in order But the more I try it's in disarray Have to watch my parents grow old I'm not strong enough to be alone I really want to make them proud But then I'm scared I might let them down My life's becoming tragic My decisions are too drastic My steps; now hasty My adult hood's just getting started My goals haven't been reached My win these days are brief Then failure comes to smile at me My self confidence slowly dies Responsibility's weighing me down Thoughts of suicide now easily creep in The struggles are getting real We call it the hustle Once, our trouble was picking what to eat Now, we can't see what to eat I find it hard to believe in my beliefs My faith, slowly and steadily diminishes Beliefs of my God, beliefs of an after life Beliefs of love, beliefs of happy ever after I could proudly call this my trial stage My harde...

First off, this daily challenge was sponsored by the poets and writers at  www.talemongers.com *Themes for each day*  *Day 1:* Sins of the past  *Day 2:* That cold night  *Day 3:* Forever's promise  *Day 4:* Thoughts of you  *Day 5:* Kaleidoscope  *Day 6:* Misplaced feelings  *Day 7:* Philosopher's stone  *Day 8:* Mood  *Day 9:* Author's choice  *Day 10:* Ode to life Day1: SINS OF THE PAST She stole She cheated She lied She cried She gave up On all On us As a whole But I won't do same I'll overlook her sins For that is in the past Her sins of the past And I forgave Still trying to forget Still she'll never know Because she gave up on life Now who'll sin for her The day after tomorrow? Day2: THAT COLD NIGHT Drip drip drip The water dripped He sat by my side And I tended to his furs My first best friend To live without would be hard Drip drip drip Outside, it drizzled Normal...

In clusters or alone we stay Eyes Locked on our idea of the way We don't blink, we don't move Only stare Needing not to miss a heartbeat It began as an interest But now it holds great importance A part of our very existence A companion, a besfriend A necessity, a need We've made it to be I see it everywhere It has gradually taken over I agree that it helps But also it destroys And we don't seem to see Because we've chosen to be blind It really is an addiction A call for rehabilitation O generation of today Even if it's only for a day Please put down thy phones Okay , so who guessed this poem was about phone while reading it. I know you didn't. Phones could be very addictive, I'm a living testimony. For some months, my phone was bad and that was when I realised that I actually had a real life addiction. It was bad. I felt alone, like my best friend had died, everyday if I met with a friend that had a phone, I'll borrow it ...