The First Experience

Boom.

The First paper I hold my pencil onto, Is a four lined note Where I was told specific characters

Should touch specific lines

.

Boom.

The First monsoon I drenched my body in,

Is a two hours cloudburst

Where I was told not to stay long

Should hide myself in.

Boom.

The First bio-lab class I sectioned a flower

Is a perennial flower plant

Where I was told its name as Ricinus Communis

Should mourned for its death.

Boom.

The First bike accident I slipped in,

Is with my sister who held me tight

Where I almost killed her

Should tried not daydreaming.

Boom.

Boom Boom Boom

Every first experience uttered a slam poetry

If I tried instead of what I did

Maybe this love is like that

Every night it's uttering words

That's depressing than a sad poetry

Maybe I should've run away that day

Like how I'm trying to run away

From completing this poem

How beautiful this hurts less than what you said to me. Boom