Edge of it All

I have one of my first poems/songs I wrote. I call it a poem/song since it was never really made into a song. I had dreams of being a singer when I was in elementary and middle school and that's why it's a "song" and set up in a traditional "chorus/verse" format. But essentially, it is a poem. I wrote in 7th grade, it is not the first poem/song I wrote because I began writing 2 years prior. A lot of my writings got lost when we moved across town, so this will document 7th grade on...

Edge of it all-

Verse 1
A dark image of what can be
The future for someone else, not me
Feels relifted outside
Back to where he goes again
Played minds of his head
Where he stroke, where he bleed
Parade his life
Has little to sacrifice
Can't go anywhere without being beat
Wish I could take him out
And me be in his feet
So his future won't be the streets

Chorus
I have to be in the myst of it all
And hear it through my phone call
I hold onto his hand
So he won't be stopped again
So I'm hanging on to someone else's life
Kill the one who lied
Strangle the one who beat
To risk my seat
I'm in, through the edge of it all
Through one phone call

Verse 2
Its all the same
He's feeling insane
Their playing games
Many know
But few care
Conclusion of things so crazy
Things he'd never do
Things he'd never try
Things that can make someone cry
Shredded walls
Places where he still falls
Has to earn his life
Walks a half mile
So he won't earn a knife

Chorus Repeated Twice

Bridge
Can't anyone see?
Its help he needs?
Its only me
That helps him be
Helps him be a better individual
To a better life it leads

Chorus till end

Pens of pleasure and pain

Another blog here, this might or might not be my last one, it is addicting I swear. Anyway, I decided to have a blog specifically for my writings, which include poetry, newspaper articles, letters to the editor and any other writings I feel link posting. So I will have old poems and newspaper articles and letters to the editor, resurface before anything. In time, I will learn how to make my own website to do this sort of thing, but it is always good to reflect anyway, on back writings and see where you have come grammatically and emotionally. Life is full of ups and downs and pleasures and pains and writing is supposed to document those moments in life, no matter what shape, style, or form it may take.