Peculiar Poetry

Poetry with and without reason and rhyme.
Strange is what I strive for.
Expect lyrics and limericks, free verse and format.
Be prepared for bubbly and boiled, terrifying and horrifying.
Keep an eye out for those that provoke your thoughts, and some that bear no thought at all.
Many written for class, and others without much of it.
Feel free. There are no boundaries. Just think.
Consider, Ponder, Wonder, Imagine.
Argue, Oppose, Debate, Defend.
Perhaps you will be offended.
That's good.
Think about that.
Learn more of what you think.
How you think.
Take what you can from what you hate.
I don't seek to preach.
I only speak my mind.
A mind most peculiar.

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23. "Grown-Up"

Is "grown-up" an age 

Or a state of mind? 

Or perhaps an obligation

Of the parental kind? 

Does eighteen so suddenly 

Make one a sage? 

Though maybe one's wisdom 

Stands separate from age... 

Perhaps giving birth

Implies such a title? 

But really, why is being 

Dubbed "grown-up" so vital

We are reared to long for it 

Since the day we are born. 

Not to say that adulthood 

Is a subject of scorn. 

Yet we despise "adulting" 

Once we get to it. 

But see, children complain 

While "grown-ups" just do it. 

Well, if that twists your gut

Let me make it much worse—

If you want to be "grown-up" 

You need to "grow-up" first. 

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