Growing up is w-i-r-e-d

adnan it is

I wake up in tensity

Running it all over

fiting the 25th in the 4rth.    (hours)

Still saving some sleep, being sober

 

I wake up to my duties

With a prepared mind

Surviving through the day

Settling the 9 to 5

Atleast the night gets good

Some real connections some real smiles.

Stress dealt with, the strive revives

And the hugs tighten me up Break my laughter in cries

 

I wake up in tensity

And I feel already tierd

Maybe growing up is weird 

Am I just one of the many wired

  • Author: adnan it is (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2024 02:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is what growing up meant for me; again as my style goes.... Read it as growing up is weird but treat it as growing up is wired.
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  • Meera Mere

    I wake up,
    no need to hurry,
    just the sun and me,
    moving slowly.
    No ticking clocks,
    no deadlines.

    I breathe deep,
    sky close,
    wind at my back,
    path open.
    The day’s a quiet tune,
    and I drift along.

    Laughter flows,
    soft like sea waves,
    smiles appear without effort,
    hugs are light,
    just warmth,
    breaking the silence.

    Maybe growing up
    isn’t about fighting,
    but feeling part of this world,
    Letting my mind roam free,
    finding peace in just being.

    • adnan it is

      Beautiful!! not only that but you have written a thought changing poem atleast for me. A slight change in the slang - beauty with change...

      • Meera Mere

        I am glad it helped. Thank you so much😊❤️

        • adnan it is

          I Thank youuuu!!!



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