I'm not a poet
CodeRiot
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but i write everything down i'm thinking alot of the times, and once in awhile i come up with something thats really good. that's how the following poem was formed. hope you like it, its kind of sad, but hopefull at the same time. 
PITCH DARK
everyone seems to be okay with the greed of green
everyone seems to want to be oh so cool
they dress themselves up before they go out
they experiment until they find themselves
but i feel like I've been left in the dark
cold and lonely, i still don't know who i am
so i sit and watch from my little box
watch the people grow into their respective spots
fill up the spaces that need to be filled
yet people crowd into spots that are usually full
and the ones who want them have to settle for less
its a pyramid of epic proportions
imperfect and silly as one would have guessed
unequal on sides and so unfair to those below
the ones on top should be ashamed of themselves
a society of greed for the place above the rest
but i'm still all alone in my pitch dark space
don't know where i want to fit in
don't know if i would anyways
don't know whether i could handle the bottom
or if i'm greedy and insensitive enough for the top
why can't the world just be a middle ground?
why can't we all just get along?
so i'll just sit all alone in my pitch dark space
no one else like me in my plain sight
no one wants to change their lives
instead of settling for competition
they should try change the rules
so i'm not alone in my pitch dark space...
PITCH DARK
everyone seems to be okay with the greed of green
everyone seems to want to be oh so cool
they dress themselves up before they go out
they experiment until they find themselves
but i feel like I've been left in the dark
cold and lonely, i still don't know who i am
so i sit and watch from my little box
watch the people grow into their respective spots
fill up the spaces that need to be filled
yet people crowd into spots that are usually full
and the ones who want them have to settle for less
its a pyramid of epic proportions
imperfect and silly as one would have guessed
unequal on sides and so unfair to those below
the ones on top should be ashamed of themselves
a society of greed for the place above the rest
but i'm still all alone in my pitch dark space
don't know where i want to fit in
don't know if i would anyways
don't know whether i could handle the bottom
or if i'm greedy and insensitive enough for the top
why can't the world just be a middle ground?
why can't we all just get along?
so i'll just sit all alone in my pitch dark space
no one else like me in my plain sight
no one wants to change their lives
instead of settling for competition
they should try change the rules
so i'm not alone in my pitch dark space...
I tried to be a better me
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
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Comments
we're all trying to find our place, our space...
but it is a bit cliché, and because of this it loses strength
I like the idea about people growing on spots, though
Continue to write down your thoughts as they come and they will grow into visions that are more poignant and colorful and clear than you can imagine at this time.
and then you will produce poetry on every page.
As of now, continue breathing. This is poetry enough
seta