Autobiography Poem #8, #9 Adolescent (High School)

These are a series of poems I wrote back in my university poetry class.

 

Midnight Magic 

At night
When the stars are climbing up
The heaven ceiling one by one
And when the moon
Finally shows its face
You become alive in my head
As I lie down to go to sleep.

The things you said
The things you did
Are repeated one hundred times.
A phantasmagorical effect takes place
As if replaying a video
In my thoughts.

The sweetest part comes
When I start imagining
That you think of me as well
When the moon comes up.
The stars seem to be singing
When I think of you and me together.

And finally,
Reality slaps me on the face
As I cry,
Knowing actions are taken place
Only in my head.

 

16

Who am I,
Who are they,
By what standards
Are people going by
When they say this?
Which judgment is true?
Which is false?

 

Lost in thoughts.
Every thought lost
Creates another thought,
Creates
Another thought,
Thought after thought
Lost in confusion.