growing up

Learn more about other poetry terms

Kid
When I was a kid I was shy/ I only made myself acquainted with the tools in the shed instead of friends Because in the end I would trade homework for friendship
I miss being comfortable with you do you miss that feeling too? I miss giggling until midnight with you do you miss the laughter too? I miss being young with you do you miss our childhood too?
The cement is radiating heat, infusing into my sneakers and deep in my bones. An old friend just called today, and I miss her.
I am never going to grow up. Similair to a Twinkie, I could last forever and live on, well-loved by everyone and never growing old, but I won't. I'll be consumed and disappear.
Every seven years. Every seven years, I am going to change. Seven years ago, I was Christian. Christian and sweet and soft-voiced. I had almost forgotten my uncle with his bourbon breath,
I become more like the woman I wished to be everyday    I wear golden rings  And keep mints in my bag  Car keys in my pocket 
My right-side brain's growing fowers, my lungs are sprouting roots. My heart's a dripping beehive, its sweetness all for you. So wrap it all up in paper, send a burnt offering to the sky.
I climb out my window just to see if I can. My parents used to be police officers, no joke, yet here I am in the clubhouse of a legitimate gang.
We are still the children painting pictures to hang on the fridge, but now it's too late to start over. Too late to pick a different color. Every stroke is a different future and every drop a different reality.
Dear school, why do we need you to get around in life? Dear school, why do we need to go? Dear school, why don’t you teach us valuable resources ?
I thought being with you would put an end to me taking care of everyone else that being with you would be easier   I thought I would be able to breathe but maybe it isn't something I was forced into  
A series of fortunate events led me to grow up, to glow up, to dream of living more by the Torah - to give up my childish dreams and rebellious fantasies.    Number One - All my “number one”s suddenly seemed immature and annoying.
My little belly kicks have turned into footsteps,   My frilly dresses have become crisp skirt suits,  
They told me, all my young life:        Time heals all wounds -- and I assumed that they were right. But what, I wonder, heals the wounds that Time inflicts?  
There’s milestones for everything To help keep track of time That more and more seems to pass Far faster than it should   Time flies by As my face changes Stretches my limbs and dims the grin
It wasn't a sudden realization, but suddenly, I didn't fit my tutus or ballet shoes, I stopped sleeping with plushies piled on my covers, I quit counting my steps as I walked.  
Catch myself sometimes. Thinking about the child I once was. Must have been. Catch myself poring over dregs;  the remnants of my gawkiness. Such as the carriage of my body; 
Growing up, It's something we all must do. It's more than making my own decisions, Or making my own money. It's relearning things I thought I already knew.
I have never done this before.  It's a calm autumn afternoon in my high school foods room. I'm volunteering for a children's cooking class by helping them cut their apples.
In the beginning, I was a little brown and white bird, Full of a carefree song, Safe in the warm nest of my mother's world.   As I grew, I remained strangely small, And terribly confused,
The crinkle of an old book opening Shining light splits the night. While everyone else is sleeping the world around me shines so bright. Finally, the book is finished, it is time for sleep.
Some days I feel I’m still a kid With rosey rosey cheeks. I haven't done too much adulting In oh, some several weeks. I laugh, I cry, I scream and shout
Intelligent, diligent, on top with perks People from high places wanted me in victory The letter grades, the letters of proof, accomplishments The water looked so good, too good   But my heart, mind, and soul
When I was 2 my sister was born and I was no longer a baby. When I was 4 my brother was born and by then I could change a diaper. At 8 people always said how mature and grown up I was, what a help, a second set of hands.
      Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music I close my eyes When they open, I’m a little girl
One day you wake up and something seems different, You can’t quite figure out what it is that instant. So many people you were friends with seem immature and kid-like, Comparing them to you is like night and day light.
A milky white substance Condensed into one area Grows on one place you hate the most Your face   Your perfect face Now riddled with acne Pimples covering  What used to be smooth  
Playful smiles Colorful walls wrapped up like gifts Evenings of laughter Car rides that turned to roller coasters
is looking down at the stupid cute eyes of a kid wide with admiration and knowing that you have to live up to the  cool big kid you are in their eyes.   Growing up
It's as though it was just yesterday. My life seemed to fall downhill. Entering highschool things were great. Until the first injury, then the surgery, followed by the loss of friends.
from a naive little kid in the past  to a grown matured man of the present  from playing outside and having a blast  to working a job and having to represent
The cool wind on our faces The happy smiles all around As children, our favorite places Included being on the playground  
We said we couldn't wait to grow up, We didn't know what we meant.  We thought growing up meant  "Because I said so" would be ours to say We thought growing up meant  Nothing would stand in our way 
The Turning Point                                By: Rocco La Tour                                                                                                                                
    The bright days started to fade. The blue sky turned to dark. The happy family broke to pieces. The endless playtime turned to long working nights.
We were different; We were different before paying bills We were different before heartbreak We were different before going out into the world. The world; A matrix of experiences,
When i was little i was afraid of dying  until one day i wasn’t anymore  i prayed for it my childhood ended. 5th grade elementary school
And I’m back, once again at the drawing board. I know life’s a rollercoaster And I’ll have bad days, But I always find myself back here; Come with a headache, Write with a heartache
The first time I saw my father cry we were on the side of the road the flip phone landed in his lap from the back seat, I watched his shoulders shake   The second time I saw my father cry
The Shorter Days   Sitting in a classroom, Staring at the clock; Why does the day feel So long?  
Barbie dolls Makeup phones Princess gowns   Gone   Plastic friends Cell phone bills Hospital gowns  
So, this is the world  It’s colder than I remember Childhood felt like the warmth of May These days feel more like December   So, this is the world 
Is growing up like graduation, A sudden change, an exclamation? Or is it like radioactive decay, As childhood wastes away?   Whatever the case may be, What it is for you, It will not be for me,
When I was in the ninth grade The school wanted us professional in how we dress and how we behave A certain day of the week Which they called a bit of a treat From the normalcy of uniforms of khaki and navy
Let’s get one thing straight I haven’t grown up yet   After all these years After all I’ve said After what I’ve done I haven’t grown up yet   However, things have changed  
  Has it really been fifteen years     since I first took little steps onto Marley. Her grey appearance that welcomes all while reflecting the fluorescent lights above.
Little Girl   That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities She forages for the ripest of them all Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
Growing up always seems lightyears away No kid ever realizes that in reality, it is right around the corner and here to stay Acquiring independence tastes bittersweet As the changes a child faces are quite a feat
A light in my eyes fades As the stain of life stays And they all look up to me.        A broken and failing shell 
  Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love.
People, humans, mankind A bit of a mystery, so it seems After a bit of growing up you think there’s nothing to redeem On the outside looking in, it may appear that we have it all together
Growing up doesn’t happen to you all at once. Changes happen all the time, But not the big ones, The important ones. Those, you only get in moments.
I remember being 12  going to the movies with friends  the purity of not knowing  the simplicity of worrying about  what others thought of me.    I remember being 16 
I've done all the work. I've tried to do everything right. I graduated high school at 16, and college at 20. Here I am in grad school nearly begging for money.
  A stranger knocked upon my door I went to run away To hide upstairs inside my room Until they’d gone away  
I am from dead leaves on oak trees to green grass covered with trash. I am from chimingchas every Sunday to hearing "Hey! Go hit the hay!"
It was late one night. Driving around, not a care, I felt so light. Oh my! I was high as kite! While I thought I couldn't be bothered, my friend let out a holler. "COPPER!" Oh my! What a fright!
When sleepless nights became a habit The days I woke up tired  When trick stopped working, counting white rabbits  The day I was first hired  In this world there’s nothing but greed 
By now in life you have faced some demons; Learned the corners and closets to avoid.                               You coddle your innocence In the soft and cuddly things around you.  
It is senior year and I am standing on the side of the road and I can hear a truck coming. I’ve spent my whole life telling people what they want to hear but nobody’s told me this one.
I remember like yesterday, the year 2002, At three years old, there was so much I never knew. I thought DisneyWorld was on a cloud in the sky,
For the first time I looked at her And saw that she was her own. Not just a mother but with Pain and worries Wearing her down.   We sat beside a hospital bed and
Waking up with adverse dread, Unable to gather the motivation to seize the day. With great difficulty, I arise from the bed, I tread to the bathroom as I internally inveigh.  
I was invited to a movie night out with my friends It was Friday, it would do none of us harm. This was our time to have fun and forget
Child Like by Natasha Bartley   When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?   I have yet to understand the concept. Of child.
From This to That By Jeremy Onsinyo With a concentrated reminiscent thought You remember your faintest memories from childhood
A little version of myself, scrawls words under "Dear future me" on a post it, hides it behind a frame, tries to forget it exists.   A bigger version of myself, reads the words on that post it,
When you first find yourself faced with the reality that you’ve “grown up” You end up stumped with what you are expected to do. Regardless of the fact that I spent my formative, adolescent years
growing up the antonym of easythe symptoms hit meand everything changed   I am still the samebut in some ways I amdifferent  
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
Facing the light I walk through unplanned days,The hours went slow and they hung me in a daze,Ringing bells of laughter and singing improvised songs,I took things for granted but not to do wrongs,
It all began when I started to like boys. But little did I know, those were all decoys. They told me sweet nothings as if I was one of their toys. 
Glow Up Scholarship   Money The day I first worried about it I was no longer a kid 16 years old Father in the hospital
If it’s my last day 
Twinkle, twinkle little star Far away, Make a wish. Twinkle, twinkle little star Please my wish, Please come true.   Little me, Oh how cute! You thought looking at the stars
I used to be an absent-minded fool A porky cheeked boy with the smile of a mule  This was way back in the olden days When I'd be fooled in innocent ways When I'd run through the sprinkler hose
There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore As the days go by   An unspoken truth:  
As the sands of time fall And collect in a mound I stop and reflect On the wisdom I've found For every day is a lesson A subject to learn And by the end of the day Priceless knowledge is earned
Highschool? Oh please. I passed exams with ease. Go home, catch some Zs. I thought to myself, college will be a breeze. Grad parties were tons of fun.
I always spoke my mind and said what I believed necessary to be said. When I caught mom in a drunken lie, I confronted her and argued with her.  I never minded staying up late on school nights to engage mom in a screaming match.
Wake up at noon to the sound of a birds.  Mom and Dad don't nag anymore. Thrown in a world with no money, Hoping to find your way.  Going to school, and Trying your best.  That's me now.
"REBMEMER." Those are the 8 black letters tatooed on his chest. The eight letters that are actually "REMEMBER" backwards, So that every morning, when he wakes up on base,
When I was a little girl I frowned at the belly below me I looked at women in magazines and thought How could that ever be me? When will I be worthy? When will I be good enough?
At a local grocery store they offer free cookies to kids. The peeling sign plastered on the glass pastry case reads “Hey Kids! Have a FREE cookie!”
Staring in the mirror But a day or two ago The person that I saw No longer did I know The harder that I stared The more foreign she became The childish whims forgotten A new path to be displayed
Her love is a warm and unconditional gift, I cherish her heart, knowing it’ll never shift.  She kisses me goodnight and tells me goodbye, Her voice is my favorite lullaby.  My heart ached when I had to leave, But I yearn for the phone calls that I
Just east of here lay A girl of late adolescence In a field of paper flowers Raindrops cascade here and there
I used to read a lot more, That’s just a hardened fact. Now what I read is simply for school, Annotations, blue and black.   I remember loving books,
The world is full of wonder. Trees to climb, creeks to splash in. Daddy comes home, the swing goes higher and higher. I scrape a knee, mommy fixes it with a kiss. Then comes the dark times.
I thought it was something everyone was able to see. A child disguised as an adult. 19 I wasn’t sure how to go about all the new that was around me. A new job, a new life, and a very long way from everything I once knew.
A white light looks through a piece of glass and sees a variety of colors.   A white sees a purple light and thinks, "I love how purple is so pretty!" "I'm wish I could be as beautiful as purple."  
I was aware that life was tough I believed some people exaggerated the truth Here and then though, you face the truth   My first semester at college was troublesome
Heart Breaking Tear Inducing My world stopped when you left Sleepless Nights Numb Feelings I couldn’t pick myself back up I wanted to forget I wanted to stop existing All together
Me, Myself and I. Everyday, I wake and try One step at a time. Everyday, I wake and cry One time, I was small And carefree, lovely, and kind I was just... Me, Myself and I.
Tired. Exhaustion I seek to be retired Where did it come from Starting when I first came to the planet Beginning of my life
Mother’s Day Flowers: An open letter from your mother:   An embryo encased within the sheath of a seed, I have loved you since before you were born.
They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, But I have tried so hard to just be free. Trapped in the life that was killing me.
I did not know I did not foresee I did not foresee.  Sudden responsibility Sudden judgement 
I did not know I did not foresee I did not foresee.  Sudden responsibility Sudden judgement 
The name "Tokyo" may ring a bell,  One of the best known cities, from what I can tell. It's a shame that no one talks about southern Japan, beautiful and full of temples that are quite grand. 
summer was a loud season,with joyous screams and laughterfrom adventures at the beachand shenanigans with friends.  
Period. Not the kind present at the end of a sentence, not the kind that boldly sends a message.   But the secret kind.
Five foot two- can't fill those shoes You never knew the pain they put me through Five foot three- can't find real me  You say I'm my own, but never felt free Five foot four- s'you I adore
There I was A little girl Who did not know What life would bring   I used to wonder
my first true love was an online relationship, he was older and more experienced in every way. we met on a game and instantly clicked, it didn't take very long until we were talking every day.  
in May I cut my hair as short as I dared and stood before you with bared neck. and then suddenly I didn't anymore resemble the little girl who sat on your lap, looking up,
I grew up in a small town Where everybody knew my name. When I was young I yearned to live more and spread my wings and fly away from this place Looking back that seems crazy This town has made me who I am
Love comes in all shapes and sizes  It’s a flower in the middle of December  It’s the song lyrics that you always remember  It’s singing at the top of your lungs 
It’s something of an out of body experience The first time you see Your mother Cry   It’s shocking.   For the first time it’s Not bright happy tears Or the sort that spring up
and she was gone   i used to know dinosaurs and  princesses  i used to know smiles and  laughter   i used to know where i was safe i used to know where mommy was
I remember when I could singunafraid of how I sound. I remember when I could flyunafraid of the hard ground. 
To love you now is to love you then; adopting a ticking time bomb and calling it my best friend. Forgetting that the fuse was lit,
Like a PB and J with too much jelly, Growing up is too sweet at times. Sometimes your bread gets soggy, And you scrunch up your face from the texture. Other times it has too much peanut butter.
you meet these people on the path of life as lovers, as friends, as family as something entirely different   sometimes they stay,
Dear old me, Where did you go so fast? Making mud pies with dirt Drinking water from the water hose Having so much fun until you had a filthy shirt Wishing that this life wouldn’t past 
When you claim to not be a child, it's like Saying you can breath underwater or see through walls: Only a child thinks that. But to say an adult cannot be a child
A blank screen, with simple line, deleting and rewriting itself constanly. Nothing but negative space waiting to be filled with words and ideas of a madman. deep breaths of silence come
He was strange One to be mocked shamed outcasted He was someone I didn’t understand So he was bad   Now I don’t know
I never had a say in anything. I had to be quite, submissive, complaint. Poor child me, I believed I could trust him, Was told I had to, told he was my father. I had to listen to him,
This morning I took a hike on a trail I once considered my stomping grounds when I was a child, and the reality set in
Friends are important. They may be the only reason why I’m still here today; they've brought meaning back into life.
3,000 miles is a lot 3,000 miles is a lot to move away  from the normality and reality of your everyday life, the start of a new routine even a new wardrobe which is a teen girls dream
I sat beside the garden hose, trying ot stick it up my nose. But mom said no, you'll hurt yourself Dad said no, go clean myself.   I dismally walked from that place, with a slight grunge on my face,
You were so quiet before. A meek, fragile sort. Your art was never seen by other eyes You thought they’d think you were telling lies.
you started running was it because you were afraid? or because you were finally free?   your shoes were worn who knows when you bought them, as long as they could last the journey  
the biggest change happened during spring of junior year when i saw my father  cry and i realized that those who seem the strongest are those who are most broken I realized that I
I returned home from Atlantis with new armor and a new head — blades still sharp from the last stoning — feeling very nearly a tourist in my own land.
You fail to realize the destruction seen in my tears, Of everything you put me through in my adolescent years. Finding it hard to see past the drink; Never taking the time to reconsider and to think.  
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the face of the Grim Reaper. He once wrapped his hands around my throat.
I work days away. I save, play, and have to say what I want, and when.  
I slid my blazer over my pressed white shirt smoothed away crooked edges and frays like I'd been doing for days and days Glancing in the mirror I applied a smile and more than a hint of confidence
Growing up when you're a little means freedom Growing up when your little means having a voice growing up when your little means growing physically but it's funny
I remember being that child So doe eyed and blurred I didn't really know life changes I was only 6 years old   Schooling was hard Not studying or reading I was great at that
When my toes finally poked through Those converse sneakers from 8th grade And my shirts got a bit too tight When the boys stopped wanting to play ball And the girls just wanted to fight
I think I realized I wasn’t a kid anymore when Everything changed. I don’t really remember…   Did I wake up one morning and it was all different
The first time I grew up, I was ten years old. I was wearing a blood red dress And a wide-eyed, prepubescent smile.   My mother bought me ice cream
i had a dream that my penis fell off while sleeping next to you, and it was the greatest climax ive ever had- the loss of will, not the person
When your face gets more and more wrinkles
 and your eyes become deadened without its twinkle
 that’s when you know you’re an adult   When no one cares about your excuses It’s all about how you can fix this

Sandwiched between innocent fingers Are wrinkled dollar bills And the cashier’s eyes linger On my own. Grown up in an instant Only twelve, but
Blonde hair in pigtails and those curious blue eyes. She lived in a fairytale Dad's joy and pride.   One day he left home she didn't understand. Mom said it had been coming
I bounded down the stairs devoid of a single care. School was out and it was time to have fun. I peaked out the window to see pairs of girls with flowing hair and kids like me soaking up the sun. 
Brown hair blowing in the wind as she chases a kite. Laughing oh so sweetly. She's so tiny.  As her mother watches her run in the bright sun beaming down on her.  She begins to cry. 
I focused so much of growing up That I didn't live.  I didn't live  so I never grew up. 
I've come to this point, between home and abroad, where love is more potent, and yes is but a simple nod.    Laughing for nothing, is our favourite pasttime, while eating sweeet treats,
I am from Clarksville, Tennessee Where the summers are hot  But the winters are not.   I am from Minglewood Elementary
I run my hands down over my head Outlining the shape of my skull And wonder   This year runs, the next one sprints Summer birthdays start to lose meaning
8,000 9,000 10,000 Feet high Alone I soared, Alone in the sky, Alone I sailed, When reaching new heights, New forces unveiled, The icy wind's bite. On the radio I hailed,
We are not designed to go through motions, But intended to fulfill devotions. Now that I seized my dream, I have something new to bring.
Three years old I dreamed of being a veterinarian. Six years old I made my first friend. Nine years old I learned how to multiply and divide. Twelve years old I realized how cruel others can be.
Growing up wasn’t when your dad started hitting you, Or when you finally came out to your family only to be humiliated, Or even when your best friend got knocked up in 10th grade.
I remember deciding I was awesome, and that was all that mattered. I remember thinking others were bossy, Crying because I was called the same.
It begins with: 3 sisters with familial love built from brick, 6 hands encumbered with budding sunflowers, 6 feet that were miles from homesick, and
Home   My mother is yelling about how she hates her life. I can practically see her exasperated expression as she slams pots and pans.
When you’re four, you ask your mom why a dime is smaller than a nickel One larger than the other, yet only the worth of five pennies Your mom still buys you matching sets to wear to school
I know this all too well I have two parents Which means twice the yelling I get it
I learned I was growing up, On a cold, snowy day After returning from the christmas holiday   I learned I was growing up When I heard whispers of other students; "Did you hear?"
Growing up is difficult. Growing up in a third world country is also difficult. Moving away was hard. It wasn't easy. I dont think it'll ever be.
A hard wood high chair was where I sat It is uncomfortable now but not at the age I was at I looked around the room and saw many people eating It was another Saturday night and we were having a family meeting
Growing up can be tough It can also be carefree Though my best friend had it rough And growing up happened early on for me   She tried to end it all Then she spent some time away
When I realized I was filled with shock. It had never before occured to me that, I was no longer a child.   I had sought the concept of being a grown up for as long as I could remember.
Adulthood daunting, calling, taunting.Empty applications haunting.Heartbeat thudding in my chest,Through one more standardized test.
This little boy was only 12 you see His life was going perfectly When the world fell apart suddenly
The things I've noticed would certainly go unnoticedI've inherited the things you've done in the pastWhether that’s good or bad I know it'll last
I used to dream in the world in my head, let my imagination take flight as the buildings went by.   I could dream up wild elephants from Africa, or starships from space 
Was it when I was six  and I’d hear them screaming down in their bedroom when they thought I was sleeping, was it when I was seven  and they told us  they were divorcing followed by my dad
The summer before I’m getting all these chores. Only picking up after me? That’s no more. Now it’s everyone's which bores.  
These are the baby teeth you forgot about the pieces of you that you don't remember  the sweetness of your innocence the roots of your upbringing  that passed by in rollerskates and scraped knees
It wasn't until one day, A Thursday to be exact, That I opened my eyes slowly To the shimmering beams of light. Soaked deep beneath my skin, I welcomed the light. The glow emitted from within me
When I was twelve I asked my mother if I could go bungee jumping. She said NO. But she let me go paragliding. I took the chance.  
Here I am.   grass tickles my legs i breathe in the sweet air bliss after an eternity in the classroom   in my periphery
  A child often views one's life like a book With himself as the lead, Their friends and family the supporting cast to their lives. Life is a mirror they stare into,
I lived three years on a dusty trundle bed, In a small room. A lock on the window.   I would cry myself into dreams shroud in dust.
I was no longer a child when I realized my greatest fear was not that of the dark, but of being so vulnerable and helplessly in love that I would not be able to stop my heart from being broken. 
When I sit on my roof to watch the sun riseI see the sun smile as he is painting the skiesBefore i was old, I don’t think i could seeWell not really old, just the end of seventeenI never noticed the sky, and all of its worthEven though its been th
I was in a box with a window, wathing the worlds go round.  Watching how good the world was to those who put in their share to those who worked hard to those who had patience.  
the night sky pours over us like a cup of coffee no cream we lay on the grass without a care in the world in this moment all we have is each other and i've never been so fulfilled
I can feel it inside me  like a fire burning from within the stresses of life burning a hole in my core the bills that need to be paid the friends that are fading away the job that i despise but need
Mirror, mirror on the wall I’ve thrown away your crystal ball No more fake love stories, no more feeding girls lies I see right through your little disguise
Growing up is not always bad. Sometimes it will even make you glad. Growing up can sometimes leave you in the dark. Growing up can help you leave your mark. Growing up can be scary.
Until I realized I was grown   Bouncing down the convenience store aisle Pulling the sleeves of your shirt down over your shoulders in an effort to feel older and more grown up.  
Walking slowly down the street Ignoring the sun's blistering heat An ice cream cone in my hand To keep cool in this hot land But then the ice cream falls The splat echos off the walls
I realized I wasn't a kid anymorewhen I stepped out of the front doorby myself, backpack on my back,eyes looking straight ahead, above the floor.I was going to school on my own,No longer feeling alone,
Growing  It’s not the fastest of processes.  It takes time Patience Commitment. It’s a network of memories, people, and experiences.
It was him who found me. The giant with the calloused palms I was simply a form Clumsy in my gargantuan new body Horns piercing from my back;
Summers used to be magical. Late nights out, playing in front yards and side streets,
I exist In the subtle rhythms The periphery of perception In gentle sea breezes And silky laughter  In the dance of falling leaves And dreams I lust after. I construct my reality
Growing up I never wanted to Wanted to stay a kid for as long as I could.   First went recess then playing pretend. Later went classes of reading for fun.  
Ring… ring… ring… Voicemail. “I guess I’ll try again” Ring… ring.. “Hello?” Shit. My voice sounds like someone else.
Do you ever just let your eyes wander,Let them sift along, searching for purpose?At once it appears, no time to ponder,On no account have I been so nervous.Nothing could fully prepare one for this;
Growing up, in itself, is not an abrupt affair Filled with pomp and circumstance. It does not stun one into silence Or leave one with ringing ears
Us
Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake their head in disappointment, Our teachers in disapprovement,
Childhood. A concept where everyone hopes, Wishes, and dreams Will last a lifetime.   There is much stigma on both sides,
They kept asking for it Over and over My stupid phone Which is mine, by the way, And I was so nearly fatally horrifically close to snapping In half That I decided we should play a game.
Dirty feet, clean hands The ground once soft now grows hard beneath the touch Flowers                wilting Earth          growing Everything is crowded Everyone knows what's coming
At 1 year old, I said my first word. “Mama”, I said in bold, thinking I was already old.   At 3 years old, my parents told me goodnight stories; stories of dreams,
There is something I know now that I didn't know then...    Back when recess existed and kids ran  To play games of tag or house or kick-ball   Back when I thought there was only right or wrong
How can time be both constant and changing? It moves fast during pleasure. It moves slow during anguish. And it stops when you stop.   Time is a peculiar thing.
slowly highways teach me to gnaw years off their concrete,   from the worn bumper stickers and yellowed life   lines, about fifteen feet above, watching over exit forty-five,  
It was a wild fable you see visions of hippies dancing, singing free their song resonating within my jovial mountains Buddhism captivated me shook the little girl in kindergarten and said
Childhood memories, some Happy and sad. Of Illness and wellness and Living with dad. Was Distanced from others and Hating it all—now On with the day. I’m Destroying the wall.  
Hopes change and shift but never leave me. Childhood full of happy after not so great.   Growing up is different wanting more than a mansion or a pile of money by the door  
You don't know what you're talking about. Stop acting like you're smart. Those statistics are all lies. You can't trust anyone. Stop talking to people. You have to keep it all a secret.
Sophomore year, a time of many changes I’m feeling a lot and this one feeling ranges. I think I’m in love, but I’m not really sure I am still so young, still so demure.  
Dead trees stand tall Beige brittle limbs stiff as dried out bones Silver inside the screaming sky Snaking between evergreens Darker than Hooker’s Green in pure white
Unborn and already A path has been chosen By those that are not them - To become another cog In the inescapable machine that is society.  
How to get through The Bad Year   Come home from school every day and cover yourself with blankets
Some days are like a haze I start to realize that it was all a phase Who I am today isn’t who I’ll be tomorrow But “Everything happens for a reason”
Our bones rot and decay  But not yet for me.  As I grow older, I consider my mortality. Time goes by and we don't care to acknowledge. Too busy trying to grow up And ship ourselves of to college,
A gold mirror always hung on my wall, I've never seem to think of it at all.  It was there when I lost my first tooth,  to the years of my bloom of youth.  As the years past  And went by fast, 
I think I might have learned something recently In trying to figure out who I am I’ve only learned who I used to be
That wretched table Stunted, hunkering low, Plotting to maim me at the knees, Gripped by grubby hands and crusty crumbs, Waiting for me to shrink my self esteem
I dwell as though a sparrow among spires, Faint, as that of falling dew, in evercansent puddles,   To me your words lose power, rules set out before my time
At the age of 4, I began new adventures; A hedgehog, a vampire, no, a gamer starting to venture. I was new and inexperienced, I just didn’t understand, Like Kindergarten and field trips, I was entering a new land.
I grow up faster,  Darkness chases the blind man; I must glow brighter.
It's easy to forget, you know? That time can pass when you aren't paying attention And suddenly, your little sister says she likes that boy, And your little brother is taller than you are,
From swing sets and slides To broken hearts and teary eyes From riding bikes and wishing we were older To realising it’s not as warm as we think It’s colder. When my parents first split
Protection It's what I grew up knowing I had What would happen when all that went bad Took two seconds Was that not enough? Growing up in Southcentral was truly rough  
revised from Daddy's Little Girl   I remember the little girl she used to be in her bright tutus and soft-footed slippers.
When our biggest concern isn’t about  Fighting over the hula-hoop at lunchtime,  we’ve grown up When our days are no longer filled with recess and giggles we’ve grown up When our eyebrows start to furrow 
It was the Thanksgiving of last year   I was with family and peers.   When my uncle came up to me and asked,   "Have you decided on your college yet?"  
Bloom. Life begins to zoom. Growing up too soon. Been six years in school. Not my first crush but closest to first love. Went through things no kid ever should've. Years of off and on revealed to be
I'm a grown-up now.  And I do grown-up things. Like pay my taxes, cry at night, And wear engagement rings.   And I'm a grown-up now. So I only watch the news, I drown unfamiliar feelings,
Cold wet toes hug the sandpaper edge
The last few months I thought about it, dreamed about it. Every pro and con, every senario; I was so close, so close to doing it.
I dreamt of a glowing blue square That seemed to look at me with an ice cold stare. It chased me in circles around my own house, But my screams were no louder than a mouse.  
I'm only five feet tall.  I'm about to turn 18 years old.    When I was young, I threw a tantrum on the kitchen floor,  Begging and pleading with my mom, "I don't want to grow up!"
The demon will always be with me.  It used to control me,  Control what I did, who I talked to. I could only talk to those who knew, others wouldn't understand. But at the same time,  I couldn't tell anyone. 
I was afraid to be heard. Afraid to be spoken to or with. I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet I was the quietest.  I feared fear itself, It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
When I was little, I used to be afraid of the dark. I was afraid of all kinds of things: spiders, vampires, snakes, and
What is it like to be eighteen? Eighteen is driving down a dark road Blasting music At 12 am. Eighteen is a baby eagle Just leaving
Another failed attempt. I already regret my weaknesses. my heart sinks. my head listens to the mocking sea of voices; Down Down Down Drowning Drowning Drowning
When you’re young life is so simple Never having to worry about a little pimple Smiles, laughs and always having attention from someone
There you go again. Leaving me behind. Take me with you! No, don't take me. Not this time. I yearn, And when you finally offer, I reject. Because if I accept,
Dear Wonder,   I knew you, and then I lost you, and then I had to learn you again.  
Childhood friends on the playground; Playing in the sand finding gems; Getting ourselves dirty for no reason; Becoming our own superheroes.
I inhale the aroma of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses, occasional whiff of weed ...   Young son's initiation:  cotton candy,
Eyes dull, downcast No longer looking for acceptance Reserved heart as you begin class And then weeks pass A spark! How? This free space you carved for each dull, downcast eye
- it's me, your daughter. i don't know what to say to you anymore, because i feel like you've always been able to say it for me, the willows that didn't exist in our yard, the school buses that weren't made for me.
I would do anything Not to become my mother I would go anywhere Not to become my mother I would be anyone Not to become my mother  
My teacher once told me he was 'in the winter of life'. And how beautifully tragic it seemed at first that we are all seasons.
Hey there Peter Pan, Come from Neverland, come to take me away.   We don’t have much time So let’s make this last
my words have power like thunder in an otherwise quiet night they reach ears miles from their source a crack of light with each ink stain while the message is carried across cities  
If poems could weep sweet dripping words that speak the heart's pounding defiant secrets once forced hushed to a peep, then let my pen stir rivers and streams,
their words were building blocks,stacking one, by one,by one, on my chestat first,
Remember that monster under my bed, Claws like a lion and six eyes on its head. That old monster creeping beneath me Always making me shout for my dad to go see. That monster who never did one bad thing to me,
I am from many places And attached to few I’ve seen many cities and schools And buildings and parks and hospitals And I haven’t even left Florida   From those places, come many sounds
Nine year old me,  wrote how she hated to be,  enclapsed in a world,  full of misery.    Thirteen year old me, hated to see how the world,  percieved women to be.   
A summer when I was twelve  and my dad's house was always too hot and the air outside was too dry. My sisters and I bought sodas with quarters and drank them at the park -without my parents knowing-.
I'm afraid of heights, but that's not all. There are no ropes in case I fall. Now that I'm an adult it seems, the only escape from anxiety is in my dreams.   I would love to wake up one day,
Tina, my bathroom won’t smell like your hairspray and I won’t hear your thunder in someone else’s voice but if your heart chooses to grow, I hope you’ll come to know
Glass clouded with Hemlock's breath,with a crunch I step untoand revel in the sight of deathso sweet, compared to bitter you.
I used to think    that all wood was still a tree,alive and strong    branches supple and willing to supportleaves, fruit,two little girls full of dreams.Within the cracksin the walls
I’m living life in a river bed -- The path was drawn before I was born. The world is so loud and full of life, But silence cannot be hidden here.   I’m living life in a river bed --
What we once fully embraced on our young skin Is now what we retract from at first contact.   What we once tipped our heads to the heavens above for We now bow our heads down as if in a prayer.  
I want a refund Is this what growing up looks like? Chasing last week and another robot sex club
Coraopolis shows off older buildings and brown concrete as the car moves down 5th Street. The bridge soon appears and the Ohio River rushes on below. Neville Island- population 1000- is a quiet place.
In the future I will be strong Someday I will be quick In due course i will be perspicacious In the future you will be weak Someday you will be sluggish In due course you will be unperceptive
Enveloped in a blanket of sauna, the weight of humidity calms me. Faint breezes bare relief only when I need it. Our porch seems to sit like a tree house Here in the branches of my childhood climbing tree.
As a way of centering myself I wanted to drive by my old high school and My old house. A Sucker for nostalgia, I was surprised to see that My old house was still exactly where
I don’t know if I will make it through this time. I don’t want to endure this pain again. In my heart is it wrong to reminisce? Alone with myself sobbing back tears. I have forgotten how it felt to smile.
Some Things Cannot Lie: The wagging tail of a dog The chocolate-covered hands of a toddler The calloused hands of a carpenter-hands cannot hide their life’s work-
At 9 you will discover feel that you are So grown up-and in too many ways you are Because you have to be but please remember That it’s okay to be a kid
Every time I write I just want to find a way To tell you the same thing With words that are new Every time I write I hope this time someone will hear me differently Every time I write
Twenty Two years on  and the child has flown the nest The 2nd heads off soon and the rest  they say is history, but history has a knack you see Of bringing you back to reality 
In elementary school, administration required my mom to send a handwritten note to excuse me from class My mom always wrote in cursive              so I could not read the letter. I felt like a grown up
I'm tired of both of you getting me down. All you do is make me sick and leave me feeling empty.  I'm not dealing with this anymore.    I'm growing up both mentally and physically. 
Dear my most persistent hardships and my unyielding struggles,
To my mother   I imagine that before my mother was a woman, she must have been a girl. It's an odd thing, this imagining. My mother was once an unfinished human,
The light of my life that left too soon The person who never got to see her sapling grow Doing everything for you  Growing into a young woman   You'd be proud of what I've become 
Dear future me, I hope that you're smiling. I hope that you can say that you're happy without lying.
Dear Me,  You once were young  With a little toungue Saying "ma-ma" and "gaa-gaa" But you never knew what it meant You played with your food growing milk staches at two
Alone, that is how I felt How we felt. As I look back and realize You were never alone, you Had your thoughts, your dreams, and your goals.  They scared you. They broke you, they broke us.
Dear Childhood,   I’m sorry, I can’t seem to save you. No matter how hard I try, things always fall through. You’re dangling over an endless void
Dear Me, Age 11,
Dear Little Me,  Please take some advice.  Slow down.  You will grow up.  I promise.  Time will march onward like a faithful soldier.  You can try to stop it,
I wish I could melt memories of rainy Moon Township days with the newer ones, in which I see myself drinking watered-down beer (and hating it)!
Dear Pompa,   We miss you down here. I didn’t know it was possible to miss someone’s silence, but I do.
Dear friend,  How are you? I must confess, That mine eyes have not seen, Your beautiful tress.    Of green leaves, And long boughs,  And fresh, gentle touch.    I miss you, 
Pain in the Ass   From the moment I was born I have been a complete pain in my mothers ass, literally, red faced and over eager to escape  where I came from, I broke her tailbone.
Pain in the Ass   From the moment I was born I have been a complete pain in my mothers ass, literally, red faced and over eager to escape  where I came from, I broke her tailbone.
I open the door and get whipped in the face with the playful autumn breeze The skies are gray-blue and the air chilled with oncoming winter; the Sunday of summer is here
Dear Ashlee,   The people you hold in your heart, Love you have accepted, Seeds that you have yet to sew— Your fate you have neglected.   Ashlee, "The Up-and-Up"  
Dear Self,   Time travel is real I know what you're thinking she is crazy but it is definitely real it's hard to find though
Dear Life, I remember a time when it was cool to rhyme, and parents would applaud because you knew that dog rhymed with hog and log.
Dear Daddy,   Do you remember that day out on Tiana Bay? I was four years old, Big brown eyes, twig legs, and abounding joy.   We went on the boat,
Dear Christmas,   You are like a first love, I was obsessed with you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. But I got older, we grew apart. And then you were a memory.  
We were told when we were little we could be anything Little girls could be princesses Little boys could slay dragons  
Most Birthdays, I weep. But not 17   When I was thirteen  I cut my hair too short, and got that camera I wanted and I wept into my mothers shoulder because I didn't feel fufilled.
Childhood's games with my best buddy turned into    his father "breaking up" with me for him in front of my mother. All night video games binge-sessions shifted into routines of staying in my bedroom all  night
Dear Mom,  1. You dropped seeds of rosebush from your tongue and let me grow in the warm cave of your love. You were the light I grew towards.  
1. It’s okay to cry, don’t let him beat it out of you because if you hold those tears inside, they will eventually drown you. 2.Embrace the parts of you that are fearless-they make you strong. Don’t suppress that, own it.
I'm not sure how it happened, but I woke up one day to realize I haven't aged in a very long time These bodies don't define who we are
I reach down and take your hand in mine And it is cold but still comforting As we look down from this hill Together We can stay here, if you want At least until kindergarten
love to grow   i. Baby Love   When I was a child, I spoke as a child The most musical language I’ve ever known
L o v e was domestic violence L o v e was emotional abuse  L o v e was choosing him over me L o v e was staying because you've already invested in so much time  L o v e was miserable  L o v e was pain 
Nobody knows that I faced a fork in the road. One was angry, violent, and antisocial.   A klepto that stole pills from sick grandparents   and money from boyfriends who'd worked hard for it.
I was sixteen And with an open heart I did dream and fantasied alot I was loved and knew it I strolled to adulthood en route I fell in love and my imaginations widened I would lay awake all night
Time is ticking away and in the blink of an eye everything has changed. Those friends you once knew each on their own path so that when you meet it is "Hey long time no see."
An eleven year old hops the steps up to the trailer they live in. The door clangs shut, as the frame is warped. Poverty-stricken Tennessee, United States.   An eleven year old in jeans and a hoodie
Starry night.               Blue skies Staring up in wonder.   Dreaming bright                 Big eyes. Staying here forever.   Drinking fight                 Goodbyes.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, kids slept more than five hours a night. Kids had more than a cup of coffee for breakfast. Kids hung out with their friends after school.  
Elisi Said {Elisi- Cherokee for “grandmother”} Because I love him, I’d have let him slay the wolf… But I could have just as easily done it myself. Because I love him, I waited for him in a tower,
The world is spinning way to fast, I just want to slow it down.  The changes are driving me crazy And I don't like who I am.  I miss when I was younger, Can I just be me?  
Young without a care Never thought of what was next Now we must grow up 
it smells like it's going to rain the air outside, despite the sun, suggests a downpour  of golden droplets onto my head and hands  healing drops to help me realize 
You grow up understanding, Until the day you don’t. You grow up knowing, Until the day you won’t.   They tell you that it’s easy.
My hands already know how to braid my hair   At 15, I cut my hairthe ends tickle my chin.sensational.   At 8, my hair is too short to braid.  
I can measure my life in moments: Before and after and when. When I realized that my parents weren’t google and God combined, And, no matter how hard I searched, I’d never find an adult who could fix anything,
we are children in the dark,   only able to see by the light   of the reflections of our skin in the moonlight.  
Spoken Intro: “All of a sudden, it’s like you’ve become aware of your own existence, how unwhole you are. And you’re constantly being reborn... Again... And again... And again... And again.
He’s taken the lead Left me in the dust I raised But he’s still looking at me, pulling me through instead The world he’s lived in, explosions of color and haze,
I was once a spoiled child.   Taking everything for granted, I hardly stopped to notice my way of thinking.   Forever complaining, Hardly thanking.  
I think I learned what awesome is When I realized my karate teacher Was barely five feet tall All of my eleven years stood before her And I still had to look down
The place where my mom's cold hands touched my forehead And the place where cool misty breezes kissed my cheeks. Take me back.   The place where I fell asleep on the carpet
Somehow Time flew by And it's only two more months Before I close this chapter And begin the next. An eager goodbye to most But forced and choked out for some
When I was a kid, I used to watch horror movies with my dad I would shake with fear, with my teary eyes hid.   He would tell me: “You have to distinguish The reels from reality.”  
the beast beneath me  the beast above  the beast within me  the beast unloved  this beast is wild  this beast is free but love captured it's mind who would love something so beastly?
i snap and snarl when thoughts dark and vial  are found inside my head  so with my jaws  and help from the Lord  i shake them out of my head  when the thoughts grow back 
Your garden is-dull. The ground is-dry. Blades of grass are scared sharp and pointed dry. The pebbles are not shining. The surrounding whiff is damp and dusty. Do you know Van Gogh's flowers?
But now you look And you wonder When it was you grew up And you think how Things will never be  As they were Or as they are And these last few months  Of one chapter
The sentence of an almost adultFor the crime of surviving this longNot livingEyes closed, shut tightThe only thing that had my name on it before now were
I got some boots for a Merry Christmas they are short and green just what I wanted   The boots, they match my college jacket I love to match I will look so cute walking on campus  
I got some boots for a Merry Christmas they are short and green just what I wanted   The boots, they match my college jacket I love to match I will look so cute walking on campus  
It was supposed to begin; I was ready New Freedom, New lover, New me It was supposed to be fun; I was prepared New experiences, New achomplishments, New Peers It was going to be enthralling; I could not wait
365 days ago,I was surely not the same.I've grown up too much. 350 days ago,I couldn't choose between my head and heart,Let alone how to live life fully. 335 days ago,I wasn't passionate about everything I did,Slowly that has changed 320 days ago,
The Broken Hinged Door By Zoe Pierson   It’s seen the good, the battered, the blessings, and scorn.  The late nights of sneaking out, the arrivals of long gone people, the past, the present, 
Friends shape your life They help you They laugh with you They are there for you at your worst   Until they leave.   Being a year younger Has its ups And its downs.  
The year is 2012 and I am not okay The cinderblock walls suffocate me As I listen to everyone around me  They're talking, they're talking Talk, talk, talk An endless symphony of gossip and jokes I don't get
You told me to be strong  To make my own decisions Until my independent choices No longer fit your selfish vision But I have seen the truths 
Hey, remember the days, Food displays and September birthdays, Serving paper noodles and meatball mâchés? Our creations were unparalleled, Unmatched, nonpareil.
Oppurtunites taken and left behind  People loved and people lossed Pain and confusion The thickening of skin Acceptence and greater interdependence  A realization of the healing properties of nature 
Rowing the little boat over the roaring tides and underneath the thundering clouds, I hold onto the life I had lived before. The load got heavier, the rain fell harder and the waves crashed with more anger. I surveyed the black water, looking for
As your little girl, You watched me grow. You saw me smile, cry, fail and succeed. Over the years you've guided, you've mentored, you've taught You even had to beg and plead.  
When I look back I regret that.. 
Johnny lets play, Like when you were young. I don't want to go away, Come play.   Don't you remember me, I was your friend since you were three. I don't want to go away, Come play.
  I started kindergarten with big thoughts and messy pigtails And I told Lana I liked her skirt and we became best friends
  1.1 I posted my first song about you It used to be celebratory Now it's inflammatory It shouldn't be I saw midnight from the comfort of my sheets I should have been in your arms
I used to be free However, now I do see The chains bound to me
The sun’s last breath  moon’s first memory. A moment of quiet steals the eyes of every child who waits holding to a stuffed bear keeping their eyes  open as long as they dare.   
I used to think that the everything would be fine if you left it alone. Nothing bad would happen, everything would fix itself in the end.
Come all who wish to hear The story of a girl who once lived in fear A girl who was once afraid to grow up So, come around and get cozy, you must For this is a story of a young girl
The last year turned my life aroundInto something new and unexpected. My sixteenth birthday was a turning pointWhen life got quite a bit more serious. Leaving to college in only a couple of years
I am kid again
Sixteen, You are fading away In a few days I'll be “seventeen today.”   Sixteen,
I’m still standing here with scars on my cheeks and red dots on my hands that scream when I touch  the scabs they have become -    all too suddenly and all to quietly I can hear myself 
You despise me, yet I desire you. It's comical, they say, the way we banter. We smiled then. I don't smile now. You left me behind for bigger things;
Dazzling people made of gold, Dazzling people made of cold Material, dazzling people made Of glitter and stuck together with glue.   Dazzling people made of lipstick Lipstick, kisses, stains on cheeks
The thing I’m most superficial about Is my own uniqueness   When I was a little kid It was important to me That I’d pick a different color or number
They talk to me. The decapitated heads are sprinkled around my feet. Each with their jaw closed tight, waiting for the opportunity to speak.
We run to the Lies that tell us Everything’s gonna be alright If we use them   And that sounds stupid But us teenagers
I was in the school library at lunchtime Looking at a book entitled ‘When A Friend Dies’. I felt guilty, because I wasn’t grieving at all I just felt really sad.  
Cherishing Yesterday by Lindsey Faith Hoyt   Family means we are together, Even when living far apart.   Memories give us much to hold on to, And delight us to think of what we’ve shared.
Little birdie, Fly away from home, It's not so scary, Out there on your own. It's a beautiful world that you ought to see, Don't be frightened, Because this nest will always be here,
Beginning my adult life trips me out.  I'm goin to college just to scout to preview the unknown that I shall step through each day. I'm not sure if I'm even ready.
From a ripe age we are told to hold our tongue,quell our thoughts, and listen to the adults but I will stay silent no more With a pen in my hand and paper beneath
  We went from walking in diapers to walking with diplomas,We went from kindergarten students who wrote their s's backwards,To writing 5 page papers on the symbolism in "To Kill A Mockingbird"We went from drinking out of sippy cups,To drinking out
Sometimes I feel like dying inside,  other times I feel as if the world is my oyster and I am simply creating a line in some gigantic storybook where I am a minor character.
Everyday momma would take me to the window    she would sit me on her lap   reach across and open the curtains     Sweetie, What do you see?   I see children laughing momma   
She was a small child of seven, loved learning and writting A smart child for being in second grade She wrote about Autumn while her parents were fighting She thought she had it made  
It felt like we were stepping out of a coming-of-age fantasy An assault on my senses, the sensation was too much to bear. We walked into the cracked pavement that was washed under the sun
When I was younger, life meant forever. Forever was an orange. Lingering pith strands stuck beneath nail beds. Palms faintly yellowed from the mist  which clung to clothes like a child.
13
I'm a west side girl in an east side world Or is it the other way around? 5 years have gone since I lived in the rain 5 years have gone since I was forced to gain The strength to leave behind a life so perfect I still dream of it now I'm fighting
I miss the random trips, When girls came trashy and liquor came cheap. When it rained weed and laughter came easy. When dictionaries lacked words like “free” but had words like “crazy” in plenty.
Dear twelve-year-old me,Wearing an outcast’s scowlAnd bitterly drinking SpriteOn the bleachers at the middle school dance:Picture yourself on the floor.    
18 You said we'd both be different when we're 18. You said you'd see yourself in a band, Or maybe just going to a nice college. Then you asked me where I thought I'd be And I told you I had no clue,
Every man is a poet in his own way. Poetry is simply the cry of a heart that wishes to be heard, its the sigh of the painter, its the sweat on the brow of the athlete.
I am not what I once was introduce new distractions increased subtraction from action, reaction becoming bad habits hapiness and a want for joy are not worth th feeling of emotions
Six years old and I’m standing at the edge   Of the counter, standing on a chair, my feet Raised to the tip toes, peering into the bowl In front of me, the wooden spoon in my hands
True love’s kiss, first experienced through written words. First of all kinds memorialized in the pages between her fingers.   At home with the ink stained paper.
Preperation was never enough. Walls so large but still I puff I stay tough though it can be rough I may fall but I stand tall I will stay diligent always remaining vigilant
It started with me falling in love No not like that I didn’t fall in love with a boy, or girl, a moment in time But I fell in love with words At the tender age of three
Growing up, I learned that if I wanted to be with the angels, I had to attack the situation from a different angle, In order to earn my halo, Which I should never hang low.   Growing up,
Dream. Your ideas set your boundaries. Make them infinite. Listen. Your heart identifies your destiny. Follow no matter what. Learn. Mistakes are a part of life. Understand the meaning within. Grow.
When I was 7 years old My mind was consumed With visions of angels The soft glow of the sun The splashing of water
In the lonesome hours,Of which three words apply,Just me,Myself,And IMy daily solo ride,Just me in this lonesome world.
When I peer closely, I can see you there Your tiny head pokes out above the ground Your fight against the world is newly found, As men will question, “How much will you bear?”
My transition into adulthood has been accompanied by a series of mistakes. I’ve failed friends in their time of need; felt the regret a little too late. I’ve sacrificed my own self worth in trade for boys handing out limitless heartaches. I’ve ind
I grew up, expected to be an adult I went through rocks and stabs I know we all fought People watched as if I was a cast   No one gave me a hand we all grew up we all went through the wet sand growing with all of my lumps and dumps   No one can se
I’ve always lived  as though the Lord can give  and can take away. I try not to cling to things of this world  not a person, place,  or possible possession is so important that my world would
Everyone wants to be beautiful. Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.   It's just like the old saying, "you don't realize what you've got until it's gone". It's the same for beauty.  
I once stood for choices that colored me rad But I learned the hard way an adrenaline high is only a fad When you can live your life with millions of choices: a la carte
As the days go by, this arduous feeling grows. As I lay there, I can picture your faces in the patches of the sky. Dark and grey, I begin to feel your tears run down my face, It was time for me to let go. 
I'm not great at school- Never have been So when it came time to look at colleges we were never sure I'd make it in  And that was always okay with me I already hated school even before I had to pay for it
It always begins the same. You slide behind a cold cold wheel. The solid black night stretches on forever. You slip trance like as the lights fly by. Each one a life with choices and consequences. 
It's the first day of school, And momma's afrad. Afraid about me making friends, And my toddler years coming to an end.   Now it's time for fifth grade, And my friends don't wanna play.
I get lost in a wonderland of hidden desires and nightmares. I don't want to be like Alice, I don't want to wake up. Reality is what I hide from. In the world of struggling and failing, I can't seem to get the rules of the game.
I'm sleepy  I wish someone would carry me to bed  I remember falling asleep In the car and waking with a pillow beneath my head when the world tasted like chocolate milk  now it tastes like bile instead
I figured out why I feel I don't have real friends So no matter who I'm with I feel lonely in the end It's because I don't live with love in my heart The distance between I and my true feelings keeps me apart
Listen, I’m tired of pretending I’m tired of pretending that just because I’m young, I don’t know anything I’ve been through stuff that would blow your mind In 5th grade, I remember it
I sit on the eve of adulthood Having seen and done things That would have made 5 year old me Thoroughly uninterested.     I have witnessed the beauty of loss The same sterility and cruel coldness
McDonald's Always open Always serving Always there Just existing   McDonald's is the kid who never left home Grew up here Made a name for itself And never found a reason to leave
"He prayed She layed, There awake too tired to sleep He forgave She hates Too hurt,but too scared to leave Tears cried Head shakes I am yours my heart to keep Can't tell
Our sweet generation lost in space Fuck you to the moon Pissing out of widows and raping the world in a single glance   Can you imagine all puckered lips and spit flying
As I stand in front  of you almost 18. I wonder what my life would be like. Maybe you would've  been their for every  daddy- daughter dance  that I had to  miss because 
Senior Year 17 and 18 year old punk kids Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years We were told we were so smart
Childhood is the playpen that keeps out the real world; holding you close till you're readily unfurled At the beginning it's the ignorance that keeps us at ease
What is it like to kiss?A moment of pure bliss,Of joy and ecstasyThat turns realityInto scattering starsAs you fall in his arms.  
I grew up thinking  this is how I have to be  look like everyone else act the same way   we're in the middle of nowhere I could never understand how someone could settle here 
Adulthood snuck up on me, deceived me Oh, she’s a sly one She flirted with me for a time, dangling her alluring maturity and ravishing freedom before my eyes
I grew up with Seuss and SilversteinRoahl Dahl and Robert FrostI live with MayaAnd I run with NikkiSandburg he's always whisperingHemingway holds my handAnd Shakespeare keeps on reaching
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old. Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
After the NAMI meeting organized by my family, AKA the GSA club, We, My friends, Stood in a circle behind the refreshment table—
The most stupid thing ive ever seen People acting rude and mean Looking for happiness in other people's sorrow I hope that this will change tomorrow  
I am… A first born A big sister Persuasive Independent Manipulative Better than most, but definitely not the best A first generation college student A flamingo in a flock of pigeons.
Unsure   The things I wanted were not truly me; Looks, attention, and popularity. I now see the beauty inside of me; Intelligence and creativity.  
When asked what I remember about my childhood, I will answer “smoke;” There’s a lingering, hovering cloud in all my most recallable memories.
Girl(n): a young or relatively young woman I am young, comparatively My eyes are not yet wrinkled at the edges My bones are not yet weary
I am impulsive.  I do whatever seems like fun at the time.   I am reckless.  I do what I want without regards to the consequences.   I am childish (sometimes). But aren't we all?  
Tucked away, hidden. Secluded in the darkness. Wearing the silence like the skin that covers my body. Hardened like an icy glacier. I was the night. I was broken.
I guess this is growing up, Taking hard courses and making life choices. I guess that is growing up. Learning how to be responsible and eating all the right foods. I guess this is growing up.
I started as a thought A wish of what could be And to become what I am now I chose to live for me   I’m an X straight across A bouncing baby girl With lofty hopes and dreams
I am a dreamer. My mind is a playing field My goals are the starters, As my oppositions take the bench. But sometimes they get up No longer rooted They get a chance to take part in something
At age 6 the world is full of adventure and fun and you can make friends just because you have a Barbie Jeep and Daddy's always proud of you and one day you're going to be the  first person on Mars  
an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.  
I hide from the world, Something not uncommon to see. But when you peel back the layers, You find what is really me.   I am fire, I am light. I have flame inside my soul.
Chilling.   Dreams of today turn To inspiration of tomorrow.   Friends of today turn
I am... The girl who saw the truth too early,  when I should not have glimpsed.  Like the tempted Eve I cast aside my Eden,  and have been expelled from the garden of roses. 
i'm nothing. i'm nothing but petrified wood nothing more than a hardened rock sitting in a grove of others just like me pointless and worthless. so i carve out arms hips
The city of Los Angeles It draws you in with a hope for glory, A chance to truly improve your story, Yet as you walk the city streets You hear the sound of a thousand feet Telling you, "It's not your day.
She is a quiet, smart  Sweet  little girl who loves to learn Teachers praise her up and down  Parents envy how well behaved she is  Their children, her classmates, though don't understand it yet
For who I was, I was not loved. For who I was, I was hated. I was picked on, because I was me.   I would cry due to the sorrow. No one cared for my fare.  
And I'm a writer build most of my pieces off of experience or imaginary life... what I wish or what has no chances.. my leap of faith in every step I take is where my motivation strives from
Changes  
I pieced all the evidence together and found that I, most likely, came from a ripped up piece of latex, one snowy summer night in a cabin down in New Mexico. Yet, though I came from broken things and with unexpected news,
round, starry, sponge eyes, burst under spiderweb lashes. dark scrapes on the knee make war paint from life's crashes.   full, furry eyebrows, tattooed with a crayola green,
at age 13: girls were Sluts; Bitches, Whores, or Prudes,  and we thought that the length of jean aeropostle shorts were fuses that would lead to some dangerous explosion of promiscuity because:
It’s been
Hey, best friend, it's time to wake, for we have a big, fun day. We'll have a breakfast too big for two, and recall memories about me and you. We'll brush our teeth, minty fresh,
I liked learning. I didn't care if it were Math or Science. I didn't care whether it was all about Entrepreneurship. All I wanted to do was put all these informations in my head for future use.
getting tucked into bed  kisses goodnight  telling stories  turning on nightlights   being told "i love you"  before they close the door care with the flu a broken house runaway dad
When I was younger I could not see But I let myself feel monsters under the bed Now I am grown, Powerful. I am not Afraid I am  Not day dreaming Since I am  Older now
Why do we raise them so hard? Build walls of granite, stone armor so thick we can no longer see the beauty of their dark skin tone.   The struggle is real and very alive. 
Those who said that teenage years would be memorable didnt think for those who cant even be happy anymore.  They didnt think about the new generation . 
When my mother first gave me black eyeliner It had glitter encased within don't make yourself look like a whore I was told with all the sincerity one could muster on Christmas morn
Throw away those super hero t-shirts and draws, Take a look at these women in their bras. Trade in those sketchers, And let's get you some J's, Cut that ponytail off And get a fade.
Everything seems blurry.
When we were five, every day was like a new present. We were literally like kids on Christmas, but every day was a holiday. We get to see Grandma today. We get to play with our new friend.
A fresh fruit
To the worrisome little girl I was: Things will fall into place.It’ll take time.Tears will be cried.But things will fit together again,Even if they’re all broken now.
  Midwest farm raised Sweet honeysuckle by the fence-line
Searching I found it The thing I seek Good times, or bad times I will never share it While the drum is beating, I’ve still got air.   There a bullet in my heart
Will you smile for me little one? Will you twirl around in that tutu I bought off Etsy? Will you sing your lullaby to me so loud it wakes the cat  from her nap?
Remember when we used to go to the playground and swing for hours never stopping, going higher and higher till we almost flew over the rails?
In the passing heat of the ephemeral spring Beneath the sound of interstate  Atop decrepit track of neglected railroad Surrounded by walls of painted wisdom Of littered art Of withered graffiti 
A world so empty A tree all alone grown by a young boy. Who planted it
Bright, big smile.
It took me a week but I finally managed to stand up I thought I might die it got me so dizzy For I was sitting in the scraps of a book written by a blind man
Level One: "Press Play!" I become familiar with the basic rules of the game (collect fruit, jump over obstacles, and reload just to name a few).
I was born with the sun in my teeth and hair with mercury pouring out of my fingers and toes Unburdened with the notion of needing to be anything at recess I practiced the sprinkler so I could be everywhere at once
I don't want you so involved in my life What choices I make are my own right You can get mad and angry But its your reputation on the line, not mine.   Watch over me whether I want you to our not,
It's YOU! It's always been YOU! The one I run to when my life is a mess The one that with a single smile kills all of my stree Your the curve in my smile, the glow in my skin
When you've fallen your arms detach from your body the only thing that isn't numb is your sore heart wet fingers caress your cheeks and soak in your hair nothing else matters and everythings distant
I have wondered off the path,Where am I , did I really walk that far?
abandon childhood reinvent the world you see dreams, can you recall?
One is already almost four, Counting and spelling all on her own. She likes trucks and dress-up, Her favorite animal’s a cow. Her tough personality is starting to show.   The other is almost two,
She
She was a beautiful gleam of light –that last bit of gleaming sunset that strikes through the sky like the chiming ring of   a spoon on fine crystal. She was a lone dandelion seed floating on the breeze,
Growing up wasn't kind to us. It wasn't kind, and yet,
I once wanted to be a princess. A Disney one to be exact. I once wanted to rule the world. How ambitious was that. As a young child, anything was possible. I would bet my front tooth. 
    When I was a child I heard a voice It was soft and low, maybe an evil tone At the time, how was I supposed to know?  When I was a child I played with shadows
We can't judge others it down... NOW!!!
  Don’t laugh – you might wake her up.  Keep it together, don’t tell her what’s the matter. I hope you enjoy shouldering troubles alone 
i walk onto the stage i smile and i wave at the gathered people my mom is in the front row, right in the center my siblings sit beside her my teachers from grade school my professors from college
A fragile paper veil pulled over my eyes A thin protection from the world I’ve grown to despise How could I know any better when you taught me how To hate.   The atmosphere is painted black
I say fuck the people that so called “raised-me” Really the don’t give a fuck about me lately Should I talk it out with them? I don’t know, Maybe But in this stage it seems impossible
“You're all I got kiddo, there's no reason I can't show you what you have.”
As a young boy he was afraid of the world. Scared to try, to spread his wings and fly. Though he had friends and a good family, he was shy though not knowing why.
we met through chance what were the odds that, of all the people, we fell into each other's arms giggling? online,
You are the only person who matters to meYou are the only person who matters to meAnd it may come off that I am dumb, obsessed and all the restBut you made me view myself like I've never seenShe'd be
She was the glass she held in her hand. Smooth and strong, calm and contained like the like the liquid in the glass. Then, life caught her off guard and she let the glass slip.
I am from watching and learning and watching my brothers grow up while I was in diapers.   I am from rough and tumble From dead end baseball the land of skinned knees and having adventures.
I am a lion Raised in a circus,
all i ever am is sorry. the words float around my skull day and night, "I'm sorry." sorry when the back seats are squished because I'm taking up room sorry when I'm talking too loud, too much
I remember life as a child Man were those times something wild
How many fake smiles Have you put on before? When inside your beating heart Is broken and torn. How many tears  Has your pillow held at night? When you lay there, broken,
written February 2008  
written February 2008  
                             Knowing
And sadness can change you. It’s changing me in the same way that the ocean changes the shore and the way that the kiss of rain changes the life of a dying crop and the way that the river erodes the bank.
This is an ode for the lonely one the precious princess in her castle with stuffed animal servants and an imaginary knights   This is an ode for the quiet one the bookish girl with sand in her shoes
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
you cannot overcome
All children grow up All but one A boy who never grows up best friends with a fairy a tinkering fairy Tinkerbell Oh how overly jealous she can be  her bells a ringing a tune
I get used to the feelingBut some people don'tThey get what they want so easilyAnd experience no bumpsI knew I wouldn't get itI still know why I tried
I'm Sorry, No, not me, you are, Well, sometimes,
Have you ever looked around and realized how far down hill we've gone? Have you realized how all or nothing life or death my life has become? I have one chance to make it.
I told him to move on Don't wait for me, I don't want you to, He said I'll wait for you forever, I can't ask you to do that, Be happy, live your life,
  I live in a world where a bud is a flower
Friends, there for you through good times and bad Sometimes they are the family you ever had. Friends come and go like the wind, Some help you in the midst of your sin.  
I'm not Harvard materialI'm not a straight A studentI'm not a person with a name up on a wallI'm just a kid who has been trying to figure out what it all meant
As I come into the age of majority The world becomes both lucid and murky In the recesses of my mind. I am faced with a crippling melancholy that no amount of serotonin could Ever counteract.
I was lost. I was so lost. I was lost in the dark and very far away from home. But I was lost with you. You and your lips and your blonde and your red and your heelies and your tattoos and your music and your books. We were so lost.
 I’m the golden girl. I’m intelligent and driven. I’m ambitious but principled. I make straight A’s. I have a 4.0, which seems to be the ticket to everything in the college world. Adults love me because I’m different.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star Can you see me from a far. You stay so high up in the sky. A little glimmer in everyone's eye. I remember when I was small. Running between the apartments so tall.
We all push so hard to grow up. We wear our mom's heals and try to watch pg-13 movies. We go to parties past our curfew and try a cigarette or two. We leave our house and get a job, and for WHAT?
Once, on a yellow piece of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem, And he called it "Chops" Because that was the name of his dog, And that's what it was all about. His teacher gave him an A 
being a te
When I was younger, I used to check the locks on the doors 1,001 times and peek out the window to make sure no one was standing outside with an ax.
We're asked from an early age What do you want to be when you grow up It's a question designed  To make us look forward to the future   But no matter what I do
Run
You keep the past in your back pocket Just close enough, where you might catch it You scrape your knee on the pavement  You look down and you hate it  But I think that the blood might just sober you up   
Behavior is a result of environment and time. I was not born apologizing every time I spoke up. I was a little girl who ran into life like there was no time to worry,
I was a kid when I first came upon the mountain.
      What do I think when I hear someone my age say "I wish I was born in another time." ? I think how sad. In my opinion I would rather be in the 2000's than the 50's, 60's or 70's Here is why.
One of my old poems:  
How I got images to uphold,I still got images to upload, 
       We grow up inspiring to be out of the ordinary, to aspire to be greater than others, but i notice some people stand alone and some ban together.
    Whats so good about growing up? Being a kid,to be young to me, is to be happy It's inevitable, growing up physically is a must,
Let's just take a step back. Back to times where staying up late was a crime, recess was our favorite time, worrying wasn't on our mind, being mean wasn't like our kind,
It's weird how when you're younger, you think you have it all figured out. Life. But the older you get the more you realize things probably won't go as mentally planned as you thought when you were a 13 year old.
Be anything Just not one of them  
I have walked 17 miles as of now Pretty soon I will reach 18 miles Along my walk, I have met lots of people Learned valuable knowledge Seen many wonders Where I walked was guided by my elders
Childhood Be good Take your nap Eat your greens Too many sweets Makes you sick   Running wild Making up games We live without shame Playing princess And Power Ranger
I want a life that’s happy, But not one that is sappy. I strive to be optimistic, And definitely not pessimistic. I for sure want to be fit, So I don’t look like sh**   Life should be fun,
A fresh youth Adventuring through wilderness Saving the princess A triumphant warrior   Acne sets in With other changes Rapid fire rockets And head shots   "Get a job"
So Suddenly Mama said  "Get a job, apply for college, be a grown woman" And I was but a child, still curly-haired and bright -eyed , not yet poisoned by the world. Always said I'd be a writer, moved out, and traveling
Isabella,
Assuming our full understanding is complete with moronic fallacies With Wars fought and won on their hands, a continued sense of superiority, With pen and parchment, Iwalk in No Mans Land,
I’m scared I am not growing up to be the person I think I am growing up to be, Or even want to grow up to be.   I’m scared of feeling like I’m living solely to Please others,
My dream is to be a animator  Not just any digital design animator  No, That is to wide of a goal I am for smaller more difficult Disney animator  That is what I want to be 
What do you want to be when you grow up? The dreaded question gets asked over and over again As Kindergarteners we are forced to define What we don’t actually realize we want  
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib Observing the sunlight peering through my window
I sigh at our generation, They lose sight at their whole person, They look to stars and useless charts,
Go to sleep, close your eyes
When I was younger  I thought being an adult gave you  Some universal power Some universal knowledge Some sense of maturity. When I was younger I looked at those around me 
In this life, We are still JUST children, Whose voices would never be heard above the cloud because the world doubts itself It dwells on the past so can’t even dream of a better future
What was it like to be 17? It was never feeling good enough. It was laughing for hours until my sides hurt It was being terrified about my future
The life that I lead Creeps on a crutch: The tight but tender Hand of Mom's Love   Protecting me endlessly Here in her nest The Hand handles my head Since Mother knows best  
Permanant marker X's  All across her mirror She stands in the same spot  And looks at every error  Like a wrong answer  Like a failed assignment  But at least she won't have to look 
I recall elementary In which we would play in dirt I recall you as the girl I hardly talked to The one that I knew but didn't know   I recall middle school
              Swayed by their emotions running to pick up others
You open your eyes and the world around you seems so beautiful A blue sky with white clouds above during the day A dark purple sky with glittering stars at night There is a force within you that you do not comprehend
A little doll once walked through the sea shore From a long and sandy passage, it changed to a rocky highway It was a tedious process as she got hurt so many times  Different creatures guided her through the forest 
Ode to the Juvies, 
I Remember I remember the cold, so harsh it hurt to breathe I remember the fear, eating away at a little girl I remember a father teaching his daughter to fight with a blade
  Growing Up. It’s your first day of Pre K. Your mom picks out your outfit and walks you to the bus You meet your next door neighbor
Not too long ago I knew a pretty young thing who laughed right, who talked right Never left the dinner table unsaid. My mama used to tell me: she looks a little bit too much like you,
My first day of elementary school My mom woke me up and made me breakfast With a lunch box in my hand I walked to school With my white sketchers that had double knots So I wouldn’t trip over myself
I was a child (more than I am now) when my grandmother shared with me the world. She’d get mail, like all adults tend to, and leave the blank envelopes for weekends.
To Walk a Mile in the Rain
When I was a baby my mommy read me the story of Annabell Lee.
Potential.  A simple word that overwhelmingly carries the weight of Life. A simple word that was repeated in my head, yet I did not understand what it meant. I did not see what it meant.
      I am too young to miss my childhood.
I am from a town called Houston, TexasI can't even remember at all.In which it is said to be hot enough to be able to cook an egg on the side walk.
What is this place? This is a home in Gloucester, A town way out of the way What is this place? This is a school The people here are strange I need a brand new place. Moving on,
The know nothing, yet they know everythingLike a bird, Im trapped beneath a sheltered wingThey always ask where and how Ive beenAnd want to talk every now and then
There's that point in everyone's life Where it all comes to a head In everyone's head We think, "What do I do? Where do I go? How do I get there? When is my time?
Wished my life away, Now I’m trying to live back my days, I use to wish I was taller, Now I get that I should have shut my mouth. I wanted to be smarter, But sometimes you need a little doubt.
I. You write him a postcard. "I don't know how to tell you but I'm finally letting go," it says. The postcard is from Paris and when you finish writing it, you slide it back into the drawer with all the other words you never said.
When I was a small child I would dream I would dream reams ha woul ake me far off, the dreams made me an astronaut on a space ship the galaxies were mine to control, i wold surf the skies
I’m no longer a cub No longer a kid I don’t take baths in the tub I am an adult amid   All this confusion All this illusion That I can fend for myself That I can learn for myself
As I look back on those days when I was young When the sky was blue and the grass was green I remember playing with boys and girls my age And cutting out things from construction paper.
Born a lunatic to disillusioned, semi-sweet folktale farmers,
I’m so tired 
frostbitten cheeks and a red nose, adorning each child's gleaming face the first snow fall of winter
I’m 21 years old. Well, almost.  For these 21 years I’ve done my utmost 
Growing up ain't as fun as you think No one can prepare you for the Zits, quips, stink of uncertainty The fog that overtakes, blinds, defines you Picks you up and clouds your judgment,
I remeber when I was about 6 years old. I hit my forehead at the edge of a glass table it started bleeding and it left a scar. I remember my little sister crying and me telling her it will be okay.
Times were hard from the day of my birth. I have a father who didn’t know my worth. While I was being born he stole from my mother. Was high as a kite chilling with his brother.
Freshmen year, and already feeling like a fish out of water, Not sure if the teachers cared, nor did it matter, because i didnt care. Sitting and listening, counting seconds into minutes, minutes into hours,
Those same brown eyes Set into a slimmer face,
It's Christmas time The calender says December The people rush to shop There are many light to be seen It's Christmas time but is it?   It's Christmas time
It has come to my understanding
Second Star to the right Past Big Ben Where you must go Is what I'm told It's what I've heard but where to  is my concern My last thought  b- before I fell Wishing
Trauma: The Most Powerful Lecture                                                                          By: Matthew Luz  
Your expectations are too high for me I'm not yet ready to climb such a height Images of things I could never be   I know I might choose wrong, instead of right Be mad, just don't have that look in your eye
 I know I'm your only child And just cause I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm going to run wild My head is on straight You just have to let me concentrate I know the world is a big place
  We orchestrated what we could, Because we seem to be less fluid, And less malleable Than we would have wished. 
 Most of the surface, and the pretext, and the confines,
The change of seasons is sounded with a light breeze Autumn arrives with the sound of crunching leaves, The start of a great harvest for a new beginning
A rush and it's over Cars flash by, lights blink shut Candles flicker, sound crashes along And my head whirls with The Speed of Light A world that never stops moving Never sits and thinks
I do everyone else jobs without complaining I do all these things for you, for what, tell me what am I gaining I fail to realize that I have a voice that should be heard
The sun has peaked and at its highest Here still I am without a clue to life even in the slightest This window, fogged, scratched, and tattered Tinted black, without a chance to flee from its fetters
My brother is a cheerful ray of sunshine on a sad, sad cloudy day. Bubbling and overflowing with joy. His big and shining smile is like a sweet M&M, That lightens up the eye and heart.
This is my fight My reason to write Music is my voice and the world is my audience I'll speak my wisdom through a riff and a song and when the world turns their ears I'll show them the wrong.
  Close your eyes.  Take a deep breath.  I take that back... Hold your breath.  Hold it in, Hold it back.  Its not worth it.  not worth it....
You're not allowed to be a kid anymore; no more fooling around, be serious; every move you make from here on out will affect the rest of your life;
Life is beautiful. Isn’t it? Not when your dad is a drinker. That just makes it total shit! I am glad my mom was a thinker. She left real quick, And met a much better man. Daddy you made me sick.
Stop and Stare, look around at all the trouble, As we try and walk around as if we aren’t going through a struggle. I try and make sure my school’s environment isn’t what other schools go through,
“This is just a portion of who I am. I don’t think anyone can be explained on paper. A person can be explained only by experience. So maybe you knew me all along.
  She looked into the mirror and watched herself cry Examined her scars, and let out a sigh She wiped her own tears; lifted her own spirit She's screaming inside, where no one can hear it.   
  She looked into the mirror and watched herself cry Examined her scars, and let out a sigh She wiped her own tears; lifted her own spirit She's screaming inside, where no one can hear it.   
Little brother, little brother,  where have the years gone?  Last I remember, you were just turning 7. Still held a sparkle in your eye.   Not anymore.   
All of my memories from before I got my glasses areblurryLike when you imagine a story told from someone else'spoint of viewOr trying to remember a dream you hadyears ago
I've seen discrimination, As a child, insults hurt. I will prevail.  
It's already 12 o'clock in the morning and I still have that essay to write. Do I finish graphing linear equations or study atomic structure? "Why didn't you do your homework?" you ask.
 Black and white pictures tell a storyWell , lemme give you a little history on why i give my God the most high , glory ONE I've been through it all , made a couple mistakesNearly gave up because i was unsure of the later decisions i would makeSca
Children’s laughter rings out like a symphony of bells. Halloween candy saved for when friends change plans. Hugs never failed to make everything okay again.   The years grow old and grey
When teachers stopped sleeping on the tables, Eating dinner in the cafeteria, Brushing their teeth in the bathroom,
Growing up isomething no one wants to do. Its like there is a finish line that you have to reach and across that finish line there is a new life. A life full of responsiblities and worries.
We are always learning, improving, developing Evolving into something greater than we were Becoming something better than the world has ever seen Education is the means by which this takes place   
  Stuck in this room like it's a jail.Trapped like prisoners My hands are tied grasping the rail. We aren't petitioners.  "Sometimes I always ask myself why.Was it after all worth it?
Your hearts entwined, Your lives combined, You live for each other. From each pair of eyes, I see the look of intense delight.   On the surface, and underneath, You're the perfect couple,
Eighteen is seven months away, Each day I’m learning a little more about what adult means. It’s the time in our lives when diapers and pull ups are exchanged for boxers and thongs. Our sippy cups for have changed into
  Time is relentless. What used to feel infinite is now depleting, There’s no room for a father’s affection or a mother’s caress.   Instead I’m left walking through busy streets alone,
Young with conditions. Hands all over anchoring our dreams. Up all night, laughing with magnetic hope.
      Gymnastics is coaches  That are strict and precise.   Gymnastics is warm ups  That make you drip with sweat.   Gymnastics is ropes
The glassy smooth water of early morning was gradually changing.The lake was waking up and so was I.The waves, now creeping up the beach, marked the start of another day of hard work.The small house was a fixer-upper located right on the shore of
The “big kids” walk into the room I am a small nervous second grader and my new reading buddy is from a fifth grade class I am a pea and they are all bean stocks
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and  explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and  light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
I was an ass. I was shy but an ass. When I worked up the courage to talk, all this gross undeserved arrogance would spill out like: "I'm probably smarter than you."
I am just an average girl who tries to do her best. I wonder If I can climb a mountain without rest. I see light and darkness while reaching the mountain's apex.  I want to climb and climb, but it seems to have no end. 
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
1,600 hours spent as a freshmen.I don't have much to say to you, time and time again.I'd like to ask a question, maybe, every now and then.But I'm a little nervous... I mean, I am just a freshmen.
Yes! Yes! He accept my friend request I could remember the joy that filled my soul It was so much it leak like snat coming through my nose my heart was like the prime minister on Election Day
I am not a girl Who loses her head over- Some boy- who smiles at her-                just                      so. You caught me by suprise An emotional accident, anomaly
  Time spinning down Lost in the middle round The tears puddle for a pound And they taste like salted sand   The loss feels like we’ve won When the speeches are all done
In the dawn, when the sky blooms rosy pink, And ignites with gold, I would dance in wild dales, And cavort through cloud-caked skies. My feet would lick up fairy tears, Suspended on trunks of grass,
I wish I could be a child forever, clinging to my mother after a bad fall on the asphalt pained but safe in the knowledge that she is there; It will be all right.   But days go and the nights fly away,
You are so new to the world, so free and innocent. You don't care about the time, or the place, or the means. All that matters to you, is the feeling of the sun on your velvet soft skin,
He left me half dead you know? He left me a drained girl who had drank from his love for well over a year. He left me hungry for love and affection for comfort and heat.
A young girl steps down— vanity becomes so small inside of herself.   A woman steps out of the shallow pool of pride and lets herself love.   Despite injustice
I long for a chance to know you again, the way I used to.. To know the dark echoes of your heart, and the pools of light that filled your eyes. I wish I could drown in your self loathing
I am an adult in a child's body,Borrowing Mommy's risque red lipstick,Wearing her sky high black heels, andStrutting around with her cell phone in my hand.  
She spoke what she thought, she thought things through. To one bad thing she would never do. Never spoke a lie, she was always so sure. Then three kids walked by. She looked at them with envy,
Ya see black brothas always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas Why don’t you wrap brotha Bussin out babies like morning sickness This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
When I was born, I stood on the shotgun seat. Danger was a challenge best met naïve.  My dad told me, “Sit down or you’ll get hurt.”
All year long I don't even know when I 'm strong Why do I have to wait You're the right fate Shadows you can see through Sunlight clouds Darkness falls Fall leaves Spring flowers
My childhood is nearly gone. I'm a senior in high school and soon will be moving on.  I remember baking cookies in my Nana's house and shrieking when I saw my first mouse.  I remember holding baby snakes 
peer pressure, a stereotype for teen but really what does it mean.Its pure pressure.
I drift I never touch the surface I never touch the sky I am in between heaven and hell Glory and guts Existence and death.   Where I am Shifts suddenly I am on top
Throughout ancient time human kind has been confine to the design of someone else's mind but im finally here establishing my identity my humanity I am he I am I I am me
The smell of orange popsicles drip summer afternoons Daisies climb to the edge of scraped knees Kiss me gently, and beg to be tucked behind my ear,    I’ll take you with me   
    Once just a boy Wretched beast against the foul Earth Entered a coffee shop, when I was but a cloud of a man No thoughts, hush hush, chop chop, then Pencil and paper, whispered to each other
What is time anyway? I remember being at this very place 2 other times; the small fountain Near the trolley station. It’s a public place, it doesn’t Hold a particular significance to me.
Screams and swears Errupt from downstairs. Two tiny brown heads have heard; They hang on every word.   The shatter of glass, The slam of a door. He hits his gas
As the wind whips within my face. The cold sharp agonizing pain brings memories of disgrace.
On her birthday a small girl gets A tiny blank book with flowered cover And starts to write lyrics to her regrets.    A medium girl rediscovers A composition book with slight blue lines
I always knew at last this time would come When lost is that from which my love derives. No longer shall I hear the horn and drum Which waving hand to quickest tempo drives. 
Birthed by summer water pumping from fire hydrants - as we drown each other in laughter but that was before firefighters burnt down our banter with their wrench. 
Come in this life fresh and new, Once that legal age, You’ll never look back.   Feel the same, Think the same, Don’t look any different.   You know it, Everyone knows it.
Even flowers that give the sweetest scent Must one day wither away. But will you remember how strong they stood Before their ultimate decay?   The future seems full of many days
To fall and crash, to climb back up Is what my sister did. All throughout her high school years, She was a faulty kid.   To sneak and lie and just mess up Was her kind of thing.
I watch her closely-- As her smile broadens, Her dark curls caress her blushing cheeks And her eyes carefully roam beds of flowers. She reaches down, Plucks a handful of daisies,
Looking back at photos of when I was a little girl, I am filled with relief that I was unaware of the pain that fills this world. But I have my people, and I am blessed,
What the fuck have I become? Do you see the world that surrounds us? Do you see the hate in all their eyes? And when you look back, Do you see that same hate in yours?   Our children are dying!
In the beginning life was simple. Those golden years before dating and pimples Hot, Lumpy Oatmeal for breakfast Tainted souls ate first and innocents tasted last
I think I forget. I'm sorry, have we met? It's been a time, you see My double visions gone to three. I have yet to open eyes, sifting truth from the lies if you give me some more time
It started with a story A simple story. Not much more than a few simple lines   I waited, analyzed, configured, changed. Novel became poem Emphasizing with words and lines and rhythm
I'd like to be an artist. Paint and sing and dance and show my love through colors; emotion.  I actually dreamed of writing history.             Telling the world of when and how and then;
I was just a kid you know back in middle schoolNever thought poetry or any of that shit would end up being what I doBut it isNow I’m stuck refreshing Rhymezone.com and trying to figure out
(poems go here)
  I look into your eyes, and I feel adoration so strong. And as I watch you sleep so soundly,  I begin to get sad.  I know that one day you might be unfairly judged and your heart might get broken.
Plan the necessary steps to get closer to your goal. Emerge from a bad experience only looking at the situation as a lesson instead of a mistake.
It was like being five and learning nothing lasts forever.
  Do you remember when-         finding a penny made you rich?         you just had to know how to count to 100?         you actually got toys on Christmas?         your parents picked what you wore?
Remember when the only thing that scared us was the shadow in our room.   We would be scared to look under the bed. And the closet was our only enemy.    Life seemed simpler when we were young.  
I close my eyes and breathe as I try to remember my likes, my loves, my dislikes, my hates, my hobbies, my work, my friends, my enemies. I have to remember my character, my lines,
Sitting at home on a hot summer's day, A pen in my hand, What in my poem could I possibly say?   There on the balcony the blue jay sits, His feathers shining beneath Nature's light,
                       And it’s time for a change, for me to start anew   Time to stop living without really thinking about what
In the night, I heard a songbird sing. It was such a sight to see the most beautiful thing. Every night, he would flap his wings and then, start singing.  
Chaos reaking havoc in my brain up is down and all confusion feelings that i cant explain   Poetry is my escape my treasure words exploding tumbling out turning chaos into second nature  
Whispers in my head  The stranger voice that pulled my ebb, my flow  I look around me  These whispers became visible, ribbons of mist    Influences pulling, gnawing 
Clock shattered melting away breaking itself does not wish to be mended   Time itself is not in our grasp and so it is not ours to keep because once it's gone it's gone forever  
I let you go a little more each dayI guess it's better that way.Losing you all at once bewilders my soulRipping away a part from a whole.Hey, best friendThought I knew you so well
Kids in love pluck flowers Kids in doubt pluck their petals He loves me, he loves me not A 50% chance of finding love But all you have to do is find a flower With an odd amount of petals
Today is a day That I will dream I will dream of undreamable things I will make up words I will make up songs Even if the world doesn't want to sing along
(poems go here) Life’s bumpy roads and harsh realities Are what brought me to the refuge of poetry. A world where you have little money, Where the lady on the news talks about a new murder every night
A little marble Found by a young boy on the stairs Interest is found for a little while Then, not lost, The interest diffuses But the boy still keeps it On his desk
Clock As the tail drops, I listen quietly yet sadly. How well it flows. What makes the time go? The sound of footsteps tells me people are coming. What does time hint? What is it that comes?
In this life we are all led by love; love from your parents and from their parents above. In this life we are all given some type of chance to revel in pomp or overcome circumstance. But in this life I do declare, many things are simply unfair.
My first day of School! I write because Mommy said so. My teacher is beautiful; I really hope she likes me. I write because my cursive needs practice. I need an A in English for my allowance.
If Peter Pans poison never set into my heart and head, If my parents only understood If Never Neverland wasn't so far away- I’d disappear today I’d never look back
(poems go here) The guillotine was honest, as it cut off your bloody head. it didn't whisper "I love you," and then mess with your mind instead.
I feel so sick My insides are crying My brain hurts, I'm dying I'm trying No progress, and no success Wheres the time and effort, I've lost my best I'm gained more stress Got too much things on chest
Life is coming at you quick There is no place to turn College is upon you Adult hood is upon you Life - is upon you Those days are gone The days of sitting down at tables French-fries in hand
Fall to the floor on my knees metaphorically I might disrespect someone But I ask this rhetorically: What can you do when you realize you need help because you’re too weak to do anything yourself?
I was invited to an ideal girls' night out An idea suggested to me by the girl with flirtatious eyebrows but her pure spirit told me to bring a friend
when I was starving when I was left for dead when I was abandoned or
(poems go here) what i missed the most was having you there with me. since you are on the other coast there was no way you could be. even though we couldn’t be together and really help each other
She's stuck. Stuck right in the middle of the bridge, No longer a child, Playing with dolls and living carefree, Not having to think for herself because she's just told what to do, She takes a few steps forward.
The inseparable bond just disappeared into thin air, As if it never existed to begin with. But wait, flashback: weekend after weekend , we'd ride the metro to D.C. or go see a movie. We'd talk, we'd laugh, we'd have a good time.
It used to be lying across the backseat, eyes tight, feeling the turn onto your street and up the driveway, hearing the hum of the garage and the whispering; pretending to sleep
Ever since I was a little girl My daddy was always on the go, But he never forgot his baby cowgirl And he’d always sing to me a favorite solo.
I. Her face has traces Of dots she can’t erase, Her image dissatisfies her So much that she Smirks at her own Reflection. II.
They've been asking me my whole life what I want to be when I grow up After 20 years, I still have no clue, But I know what I want to be like, and who,
College is coming oh me oh my I have no idea what I'll do tonight Applications, Dead Lines and Work When in doubt I should just twerk No that won't help me get in college Maybe I should just quote hamlet
This warm blanket I've been hiding under is unraveling. Each little mistake and each poor decision is tugging at the strings of my once strong fabric. The chill of winter is seeping through my quilt. I cannot hide for long.
forward roll-the promise of more cartwheel clumsy around hope to never fall down! cause life is a backbend round off now, warmer, stronger. independence on beams- seems life is a backbend
What is your favorite season? The weather of fall is beautiful, Glorious and bright but Chilling and crisp. The colors of fall are brilliant, Red and orange and Brown and purple.
I have nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got dreams that will never come true. I've got about a thousand ways to say I don't love you. I've got five dollars in my pocket and when I leave I say goodbye
Goo
I fly, sometimes, I really do In space of endless, sticky goo And even though this flight is free I find it hard to be just "me" Its words and trends trade in my own For styles and tones of the well-known
We can't wait for it to get here, but when it's here it quickly goes away. Reality smacks us in the face when we realize we can't hold on to it.
It happens so quickly. You go to your classes, you do the same thing every day, and then it hits you - you're not a kid anymore. You see your older friends leaving high school.
I'm from the largest apple the world's ever seen. from arroz con pollo and rice and beans. From dirty subways in the empire state in a 92nd street apartment it was all so great
Heart breaks hurt When the person thinks it funny what he did It makes it even worse It’s like why say all of this to me and treat me like this
My heart might break from things sometime. But eventually it gets put back together Sometimes things get put back together with help.
Bundled asleep under a blanket of soil, Anticipating the day to uncoil, Dreaming of what the future might bring, Knowing that soon the birds will sing.
I've looked into the faces of my elders and seen a child's tears. I've seen in their eyes the sadness that comes with wisdom beyond their years. Are adults hardened children?
Go ahead and say it a voice like a comet the moment at hand the glory of this land though growing up's tough you become strong enough to endure and push through inside the red, white and blue
When kids tell others about their hopes and dreams. They tell you the most wild, outrageous things. Astronauts, princesses, and superheros is what they want to be,
The end of school is soon, But yet I don't want to say goodbye. When the clock strikes noon, I feel as if a part of me will die.
She chose to wander all over and about but she couldn't find her way out. It's like she vanished in thin air but the thing is she was really there. She was scared that if she opened the window of light
One beautiful woman with a twisted soul, is losing herself by playing her role She yearns for perfection when looking in glass. She dances in darkness to please the mass
Young men keep street corners company, impressionable young women keep those young men warm. No promise of a home is intended, desperate for opportunity they implode.
One sweltering Saturday morning, I knew I grew up. It was not because I pressed my back against the wall and marked a new line. Two inches taller. It was not because I made my own breakfast.
We liked to write stories on our skin. It helped the time pass in the winter. We only hoped they would stay hidden but we sinned and sinned and sinned. Soon we gave up trying to cover-up.
All the excitement killed when you walk through the door It was built to be such a great time in my life Eating lunch wherever Feels like your whole time in high school was supposed to be spent in the halls
Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe Along the silver line - Others twisting, twirling In daring deeds sublime! Cautiously a crawler To unknown world beyond - Others singing, dancing, Above the sparkling pond.
If I could wander these city paths with you forever That would be true eternal bliss Because the cars whizzing by, the skyscrapers tearing holes in the bright blue sky
She bangs her head upon the wall She’ll learn it well or take the fall Mistakes repeated blindness wield New before old wounds have healed Injustice, target, is the claim But only choices bad remain
Think back…. Can you remember houses made of cardboard boxes Out of which came your parents’ new furniture from ikea Do you remember changing your names
city stars twinkle above dragonflies wet grass flattens under our bodies’ core the flirty wind plays with us and replies to questions of bubbles we blew before
although the room is spinning, your legs begin to shake, put down the bottle and razor, this decision you're about to make. sit down on the bathroom floor, it's cold and a little damp,
My father had once told me you'll never know just what you'll be even with the end in sight just before the end of night dont jump too soon, because you'll fall just hang on tight, fight through it all
i’m not sure if i like tea or coffee fruits or vegetables cats or dogs math or reading running or sitting tears or laughter gloves or mittens
How is it these days That kids are expected to act older, be mature, grow up sooner rather than later? How is it that kids are treated like kids, yet told that they need to be responsible?
I passed the park today and saw the children playing Heard the squeaking of the metal merry-go-round turning ——————————- Play little children play The world is here for just one day
So today is the day. It's finally time to say goodbye. To all the hours, The ages I've spent here. This is the place where my friends became my family. After all the initiations, And the hours in the sun.
I have found you in this small room, neatly tucked away in the closet so no one can see you. Never have I seen a body tremble so rapidly. Much like the movements of a leaf when it takes off in its autumn wind.
This small house, (do you see?) was not cramped, (so you see.) there could not be, (see. see. see.) many things (you don’t see.)
Young and eager, but foolish and rash Ready to begin anew in a world I barely understand. Glittering with promise and intangible dreams That I race to capture, I ache to believe, and get lost in.
I often wish I was a bird so away from my problems I could fly Or maybe a turtle so I could climb inside my shell and die. I could be a tree in the breeze so green and carefree.
I wrote you a letter but you never replied And something was loosed inside of my mind You can take a chance and call it independence But you’ll be gone before your time
She looks at the woman’s familiar face The one that has been the same every day for eighteen years New creases appear that weren’t there before When did she get so old? Just yesterday they were playing, laughing,
2013 My graduation year the end has never seemed so near leaving friends and my home in the past but i promise i wont forget the tough times staying up late to finish homeowrk
Black men of today lets start being fathers And setting examples for our sons and daughters Lets treat not only yourselves but women with respect So the youth can grow up, think, and reflect
There was a boy who dreamed so high Looked at the sky to see if he can try As Life went on all that he can see, Is a harsh road filled with spikey trees. Down he goes to see the road,
Why do i feel so alone? People around me say they want to help, yet only make things worse. They Say "we know what your going through", "We can help you." A smile on my face as i nod. Truthfully i don't their pity. I know what i'm capable of.
I want only to touch upon what I'm missing, to poke a pin through my darkness, so I can see fiery reds, and envious greens, and pastel periwinkles, and the gleaming sun.
My never ending love To stand by the challenges of your life The attachment I give to you The strength I see in you
I come from love and holy words I've memorized many lines I am welcomed by the sound of singing The songs I've grown-up to know
Von dem Käfig zu dem Fenster, Der Vogel starrte an. Die glieche alte Ballade; Nur Ein Tanz der Hoffnung.
Happiness is good, and sadness as well For both are signals of the sensations one felt Happiness without the other is like an empty ecstasy, a meaningless sensation of colors and joy
18
i remember a silly bear a handsome fox and Marion fair oodelolly oodle oh, golly, what a day
Yes
(poems go here) I ate PB&J and cookies and milk and candy on Halloween and hamburgers and hot dogs and not vegetables and cupcakes at Hartney’s party and went to the beach and built sandcastles and moats and walls and holes and skipped rocks a
How does it feel, to be torn from your mother’s bosom? To hear stories about her but never see her? To feel innumerable pride when you hear her name, Yet…you know nothing about her?
I don't care you're not the same as me You don't care I'm not the same as you Why is that so hard for them to see? They always talk but never do
I know I once was a spoiled brat Who would cry when nothing would go according to plan Yet I was also a shy, timid thing Other kids despised who I was, and always ran
Im not up to your standards so tell me how to be more black My looks are substandard so show me how be more beautiful I didnt get a perfect score on ACT like my best friend so tell me again how I'm stupid I am
In my time of need, words rushed me Incoherent and strangled words Fearful and swarming in my mind So I took them into my hand And stuffed them into my pocket They became scattered and sullied
Catch the moon Race the sun It’s all that should be done With life so short In a future unwritten With nothing defined All is a question Memories may fade Reality may fall
I don’t know why I don’t know why I see the stars and I meet the sky And just like that, I hit the ground I don’t land on my feet, but I can hear the sound
Running, my heart and step pounding as one An echo sounding solely in my chest I look ahead to see us light up our city swept surroundings Shining like stars, we are grounded, but free as feathered teams
Half asleep, yet full of laughter Knowing not what we are after The fill and feel of the crisp morning air We steal our joy spent with such little care Our dreams making up our new rallied world
What is this force that wraps us in warm embrace? Steel wrought chains wrapped around us, within the darkness.
As I walk, I see the bridge. I smell the musty white rails. I hear the heartbreaking whistle of the train. I feel the embrace of her through the wind. I taste the tears as they roll down my cheeks.
Dryness. No one expects, but dryness. Don't speak unless you're spoken to; don't speak only speak when it's worth it. Use your words wisely; it's a story, your story; Create it.
Hard, hard shell. Hard shell; Outer layer Darkness hate bitterness All one, wrapped up; Me. Build it up, build it close; it's you.
Your thoughts come as no surprise I'm tired of your many lies Stop beating me, I'll stop beating you It's a truce Remember who I am Young and restless Caged and Depressed Never size me up
I am in a river and the current has caught me under my feet and is sweeping me downstream. I try to gasp for air, but I can't tell which way is up. Which way is down.
I hear glass bottles breaking Babies crying Tear drops dripping (CLUNK) Cars beeping their horns. Teacher's yelling like no tomorrow. Chairs banging against the table (BANG).
Pressure, pressure, the need to be the best Is sucking me, pulling me, and making me a mess Every paper, every grade, every solemn word I speak Has been thought up, reviewed, and perfected till made bleak
It's an emotional outburst Followed by a storm of despair I'm trapped in the winds of depression As misery floats in the air. The forecast is cloudy And party forlorn With rain clouds of woe
Once upon a blue sky, her parents loved her. They would call her beautiful and talented and smart. Her laugh was infectious, bringing joy to everyone she knew. People would say she was unstoppable, And she was.
i told myself i’d fix him show him that killing isn’t his path but he’s psychotic and poetic i guess i didn’t do the math.
The walls pink like roses painted with a garden full of daisies and tulips The carpet soft as cotton Barbie dolls and bouncy balls. The closet, huge as a house, stuffed with toys that her Mom said to put away
I started my first day of kindergarten With a nervous smile and untied shoes And Byron didn’t hug me because he didn’t want cooties And Gemma and I played with my mother’s makeup
Driving’ in his car, its amazing how the wind flows through the room. I couldn’t stop getting butterflies touching him. Why couldn’t it last for so long? I couldn’t help but to say goodbye.
(poems go here) CHANGE
The innocence of youth So easily lost One moment One memory Lost forever Denied As if they were never there What happened to them? One minute they’re there The next minute they’re gone
I just want to go away and never return. Stay free from all concern, But deep inside I'm afraid I will crash and burn. Possibly take a wrong turn, And be forced to make that apprehensive return.
I thought women had silver dollar nipples not ones that look like balls of scrunched up panty-hose.
Do you think about the someday things? The details, technicalities, buttons up the back. The names of your kids, if you’ll have kids, Or an iguana, or an alcohol problem?
Periodically I find myself coming to the realization I’m an adult, and it’s daunting.
Mature Unfurl new wings, Anxious to taste freedom, Yet afraid to take the first leap, Adult
Subscribe to growing up