Did you know I write poetry? – By @Aaron_Furman1

By Aaron Furman

Did you know I write poetry?

Poetry saved my life. I was in the depths of depression. I’d been through some tough times and my enthusiasm for continued existence waned. In that despair, I found a talent for channelling my emotions into poetry. This type of self expression was crucial to my character growth and helped maintain my sanity. Here are three of my favourites:

Hello Mum

Hello Mum.

I look up and I know you’re the sun,

the light in the darkness.

Just because you’re not here,

I’m not torn from ear-to-ear.

You raised me to be

the gentleman you know I am,

to be respectful to women

and to always wash my linen.

So, I got inked

with your signature’s print

on my right arm

to remind me every time

of your kind natured alarm.

Well, because you’ll never be here

to share another beer

or watch your grandchildren cheer,

to see me grow

and find my life flow.

But to me your forever here,

you’re a part of my heart.

When I look in the mirror,

I still see your smile simmer.

So, I won’t lose

and be corrupted

by this world’s disgusted.

I’ll shine my light,

my flame passed on

by the mother of me

and I’ll brighten up

the whole damned world.

This I promise

you will all see.

I’ll cover the planet

and save it

from its insufferable panic,

like an opium blanket.

And in that one moment

you’ll come back to me,

not physically

but in the way people see me.

So, I’ll make everyone my friend,

ask them about their day,

let them have their say,

and no one will rain on anyone’s parade.

So, goodbye Mum.

I’ll forever be your sun.

Ignominious condition

I’m in a perpetual state of panic.

I’m an eccentric fanatic

of my mind’s personal upper attic

I need to be set free,

float like a careless bee,

see through my mind’s third eye,

and wave all my problems goodbye.

So I’ll stop complaining,

accept my life’s not failing,

because that’s a state of mind

so I’ll change my subatomic atoms to kind.

Find my best friends,

persecute their peripheral vision,

fine tune their prohibitions

and lose my ignominious condition.

We all need to find our laugh,

stop getting caught up

with our saddened past,

but still

we all face the public with a mask.

We disguise our problems

in a fantastical guise,

a ruse so enticing

we won’t believe we face our own demise.

Keeling to the throne of our phones,

a world now filled with the best next tweet,

or how you think your figure’s imperfect,

or that grade is now worthless

and now you have no purpose.

So I’ll find that one proverbial truth

that all you really need is your health and a roof

and your imperfections

will be another one’s perfections.

So I’ll become your wide eyed elation

get past my perceived mind’s degradation,

face your indomitable personality

and I promise

you will not be

depressions next fatality.

Inner child

The older you get

the more you forget.

You got to write things down

so you can continue

to always be around.

Maybe a dairy

or a dream journal,

but just make sure

you’re your own

story’s colonel.

Not K.F.C

but think of

that big B.F.G.

Be that person,

have that smile,

so when all’s said and done

you will hopefully be in heavens aisle.

But I can't guarantee

that you will be.

So I’ll continue to dream

that one day

you will be

in heavens utility.

However, remember

it’s only up to you

I cant force you

to be true to your who.

Well, because

you’re not me.

I can only guide you

to have that smile.

What you need to follow

is your inner

infantile child.

Always relax

and be chillax,

be that hide out

so other people

can sit back

and relax.

The world’s your oyster;

life’s a journey

not a mile;

it’s 100 times longer

than that river Nile.

So please remember

even if your life’s

only just a little ember

to be true to your who

and to always smile

to your inner child.