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Being a kid is always fun 15, 12, 16 and 1 It doesn't matter what age you are Being a kid is always fun
Traumatized Shaking, Crying not leaving home because the nightmares keep following you Keys in your fist Pepper Spray in the other
Why Oh WHY ... ??? Would You ... " Turn A Blind Eye " ... ? To Things That Could Affect Your Life ... ? MP's Do It ALL The Time ... !!! But It's An English Thing So I'm NOT Surprised ...
Everything has already been said about love. Even this. I know, but it’s true. Who am I but a lovestruck child finding my place in a world that is real?
The Thought of Communities Interests Me ..... Because Communities NEED ... UNITY ... If They're Gonna SUCCEED In Keeping The Peace ... !!!
Have you ever felt a knife cut From your neck down to your ribcage Almost piercing your heart And it feels like you're being pulled apart When in fact This may very well save your life
One thing that can never be disproven, Is that time one way or another, Will always keep moving, The clock on the wall, Will forever tik onward, That is why my motto, Is to always move forward,
Kids Seem NOWADAYS ... To Be .... " Impolite " .... Well Me I Was Shown ... That This Just ISN'T Right ... !!!
Respect is dying everyday ! The old dismay cos' the young display a lack of respect in their crazy ways ! So ... Pay close attention this isn't wordplay !
She tucks her t-shirts into her skirt. She died a streak of her hair in 4th grade. She only played tag with others girls. She won't tell her family she likes her, she isn't afraid, she just doen't need to.
Prologue: Beauty was never something I set out to find; It was simply thrust upon me. Without regard to who I really am inside,
I went to a new school When I was six years old One day our teacher got a call Hide. Is what we were told Kids went under desks and into closets Hide anywhere you can!
One day, I’d like to go In search of my past, Of the memories Of a misspent youth; I cry for my souvenirs, I dream of a beautiful future, Where I can atone
She could spread her wings with the birds and the bees and follow the sun as they became one Rays of fire soaking through her pores and wrapped around her bones it lifts her up higher than everyone else
I betrayed myself During my younger days, And opened myself up to shame, I betrayed myself During my younger days, Over and over again, And there are times That knowing what I did
I go back, though Sometimes it’s filled with pain, I go back, ’cos Nothing will be the same, Precious places I first knew, When life and youth And love were new, I flow back, and
There was a sadness I revered, But never possessed, Because there was youth And opportunity to spare, But as life ebbs, And opportunities recede, I know that sadness for real,
In my dreams, I run my long, thin fingers through your caramel colored hair. The prettiest shade there is. And, I laugh because my words come out perfectly. They come out so perfect that my tongue rolls and words slip.
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;
Hidden behind posters, Behind words, Behind screens. A voice, a voice Shouting in a tunnel, Bouncing off the walls,
In my youth I'd chase things shiny and new Now I take care of what loyal and used I used to wander from place to place Always on the go Now I'd rather sit and ponder It is myself I'd like to know
I felt a monster climb its way up my throat Choking on tears, I watched my hands tremble My breath shortened & I felt powerless I dry gagged & finally heaved "The monster won," I'd quote.
The day I grew pessimistic of the world I knew I could longer run under my mother’s breast and curl The moment I felt the undefined shadow pierce my heart
As I sit here in this class surrounded by the usual humdrum of teachers and students, I reminisce on the days in my aunt’s backyard. I reminisce on how it felt to simply lay on the lush soft grass with her dog.
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love.
i think that if i take it into too much consideration, the momental magic seems to be shaved away. there were twice as many stars as usual-
Covered by the darkness within me holding me hostage with the burden of grief. Falling to my knees in faith that I could one day be enough for you, for everything I do.
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
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds. I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
You, This is where you begin to take shape; spinning and churning in a world of pre-existing chaos - dancing and frolicking through the ever-ethereal muck of summer rubbish. stripped of vanity -
I thought I would stay six forever, well that did not happen. I thought I could play with my toys and have fun with no challenges.
The stars tumbled down at once, White diamonds upon fragile palms. Hazy sapphires festered and fused, As if Van Goh’s Starry Night
The stares, They burn. I shoot my hand up in class. Teacher staring at my ass. The beginning of a perfect liberal poem! The glares,
"Support my rights" you say, "I do, but I want to live another day." The fear and panic has begun It's not a drill, our time is done. Silence. Tears. Texts and calls. Some will live and some will fall.
"Support my rights" you say, "I do, but I want to live another day." The fear and panic has begun It's not a drill, our time is done. Silence. Tears. Texts and calls. Some will live and some will fall.
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.
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello While we are young Youthful and ever so free Not a concern in site with a world of danger ahead in the light New responsibilities become uncovered
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
Youth Without a care, Without a worry Endless afternoons out in the park Feeling the warm breeze on my face Blowing bubbles, Laughter, Smiles, School, Recess, Friends,
Its taken three years for my skin to harden Watch it turn from rice paper to steel I used to be friendly as a sign of submission But now I stand toe to toe with those I don’t even reach the shoulders of
They told me I could be anything, but they never told me how And I would like to be something, but I guess I already should be by now… They told me I was free to dream, but then said my dreams weren’t real;
Are they the enemy? I've always asked myself, just where do their priorities lie? Who is on my side? Young, weak, trembling, I stand with frailty, But I stand. I stand. I will keep standing,
August 2015 – It’s seventh period, and we all have to give a presentation. Of course, I’m barely paying attention, until I notice a pair of blue eyes
Days of youth containing cheerful screaming, Hours of running and spreading laughter Are jointly held through the room of dreaming The place that we take care and look after
I am of the youth One with such a small voice But though I cannot cast a ballot I can still scream, and think like any other I still have the right to make my own decisions
warped reflection swims like watery milk above the puddle full of doubts that don't drip but pour down into its cacophonous depths. a medley of sorrows curdle then swirl down the drain
ME: I'm alone and I feel like I should feel worse but no matter how hard I cry I don't feel pain I'm alone but I feel more alive I can sit and I can breathe and I can watch
Let us dance in revelry, Chalices to our lips. Immemorial, the fountain, From which springs forth the nectar of ages. The clock frozen,
You awaken with bright blue eyes, They twinkle with flecks of your future. Wrapped in the blanket of love, You are safe In your mother’s arms.
There was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backyard The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
I think there was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backward The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
deep breath, deeper, deeper yet, deeper than the ocean of your eyes that keep calling me home, calling me back back to the
The Conscience of America Little kids are like the conscience of America.
I am the wild youth. I am made to become something as I had started, But I stand here as nothing. My voice is the loudest, the most rebellious, and the angriest,
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself These are the messages carried through their speeches In large rooms full of their critics Under the hawk eyes of netizens Waiting, watching Bated breath
They don’t realize it But they do They are expected to know everything They are expected to be perfected By imperfect people
Why don’t we choose to float black clouds? How did we miss that opportunity? Maybe because we were too busy giving the “white clouds” time to develop. That isn’t deep enough
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning", vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress, becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both; a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
Today I Lift my eyes to new & exciting ventures. I ventured to say, they all Rock & Win like a cup of potential.Today I win at everything I form & mention.And all goes well as I say, it's just that simple. 'Found this place while I was
Decisions to make my future is here but how can you know what's true and dear Spinning in circles my minds in a jam how would I know what's the correct game plan
To enter the precarious force that is the mind To accept the perilous and perfect emotions of self To love the inherent nature of words And to inherit the beauty they offer
My mind soughtNo politicsOnly a moments thoughtOn labs and lipsticks Only songs From followed artistsTheir electric prongsTheir truth alarmists
Teachers draggingNo one listeningStudents textingLooking down
Life as I knew it was not fair I was thrown from here to there. Never knowing where I might sleep My poetry was all I had to keep. I would write for days upon end
Salvaging dregs of past dues Leaves me sullen in nightshade hues Wrongly scathed and moreso accused I dug up the backdrop blues While laying down tripwire and land mines To mark the way back
Once upon a time in a land not so far, Teenage Carly May wished upon a star. She wished for true love to come into her life,
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.
stop taping young people’s mouths shut and telling us where our places are stop screaming over the voices of tomorrow and stop telling us we don’t know what we’re talking about
I sat alone ghastly and gaunt, Waiting for true love to come knocking on my pane. “It gets lonely here you know” I whisper to the quiet night.
She sits upon her broken throne, Crying out “is it worth it anymore?” The pain of life tearing her apart Sometimes being alive breaks her heart
1 Last Time b4 I g0 I'd like U 2 kno I Love You
Looking back at the tear-stained pages Or the fantastical flurry Or even the self-beating words of a young mind, I find something sweet and fitting In the art of permanence.
There are times, When the world crumbles like chocolate chip cookies over vanilla mountains. In the vastness of temporary forevers,There will be times,
i slip into a dream it's sometime between late and early and this is where i find you the bugs sing at their own tempos as we walk a steady pace down the longer of the paths
who are we now sometimes i don't feel like we're the same souls whose eager teeth met by the brick river on days like this i wonder what it would be like to be us again-
I saw you last week Smiling and laughing We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
Dear future me, I hope that you're smiling. I hope that you can say that you're happy without lying.
I am the son of a thousand broken gods The gods that offer righteousness for 50 cents on the dollar Their dollars of damnation
Our youth is slowly taken by time, yet we all wish for a little more time Our youth is pure,painful, and filled with sorrow
It's been too many weekends since the one That I called him, I asked him For darling, sweet darling, just a bit of a pep talk And he told me that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen
Still trying to find myself.
To Her Dearest, fondest one to my heart My eyes do beweep themselves on thought of you alone There are not many things I could say to you That have not been said a thousand times before
Dear you, The cigarettes in your eyes seemed to glisten like that of a holy ambience. They were translucent angelic fumes laced with desire's poison.
I’m quiet and go unseen It’s truly the best way to really see. I see the face behind the mask, the one who frowns behind the laugh. I see the need behind the smile, the one that lies to please the crowd.
for Salma We ate five packs of Oreos on the bus when we weren't supposed to. We ate it messy, you see, cream and crumbs where the chin meets the mouth.
Dear Courtney By: Tyler McBride i will not cry when i die. i couldn’t when you did, when you decided to fly,
They say depression is a literal black cloud leaching the light out of our pure white souls Yet I disagree Our souls are both white and black A beautiful swirl A yin and yang
Dear friends against the people, I am from the stories of the past Compiled into the present. Chicana they call me.
I thought I was safe here, So far from the truth, I see myself lying, To escape my own youth. A fragile thing,
Dear Dubiety, I wish to promulgate that poetry is not dead. But the style... each breath is taken to be lost in an enchantment of idealist fallacies.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work Area on top my desk. It was red, And I thought it would be a nice small quirk, To have something I found in a leaf bed.
Yesterday we were babies Then our skin was clean and our eyes Wide minds not yet knowing our voices not yet strong.
At 14 I explored ever corner of my soul , I memorized every milestone, heartbreak and path that lead me to my being, At 15 my world was overruled by the truth, I knew nothing,
We run further into the night The city lights gleaming, city lights singing We live for now because the time is right The promise of youth and its inevitable time being
I once saw a picture of a couplewho were as happy as can be. The white gown, alstroemerias, and uniform made them prettier than you and me. Their smiles were crimson like fruitwhich attracts all at the height of spring.
And the scars from the blade that remain on the wrists of an elderly Mrs. Strange have faded... She smiles knowingly as if reading my thoughts The distactions of youth abated... The eyes alone tell the tale.
I have a few questions; I don't understand.
I am afraid of the dark and falling and those shadows you see in the corner of your eye. And all of these fears probably stem from that time when I was young,
Remember the timeRemember thenThat instance,When, oh when Our youth, when we did what we didDidn’t care, didn’t giveInto the pressures, of parents or peersMan, those timesRemember?
These days are strange, Everyday I wake with a new pain. At times I dont know how to feel. I look at you, you keep me sane, is it okay if I use your name in vain? I feel fooled, like i'm being played.
meeting him as a kid, cold and indifferent, but mostly confused and scared, i took him under my wing: isaac. dull dead eyes, gray skin dotted with red sores,
The thing that I admired, That was my role model, it cradled my cold body, it tucked me in at night It still takes care of me sometimes and makes me forget that- This Feeling Is Such A Pain.
When beginning this poem I had an epiphany: I don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like The prompt- “Because I love you” Only reminds me of a harsh November sadness
What is this cloud that hangs over my head? It follows me like some form of dread, Waiting, watching, readying the strike. I fear the moment it drops its impaling spike.
He gave me a story, A tell of a boy who had a crush, On a girl he gave laudatory. He was smart, With a mind like a labratory, And he even drew art. The girl had to go,
For me, you were a miracle, a secret, untouchable, youthful, my favorite metaphor, but it turned into the darkest poem, you took what I had to give, until there was nothing left,
Success is indeed great but don't let it get into your head or next time fall behind rate. When wrong remember to say "sorry" because its lack took from people, their hard earned glory.
They wonder why, why we can't sleep at night, tell us such pretty lies, why we can't sleep at night, the anti depressants are too tight, acid and synthetics wearing off, haze of something crimson,
i used to hate to say "i love you." i had a girlfriend a year ago; she was pretty and sweet and i don't know if i loved her. i broke up with her because i thought i loved her. what does that say about me?
i am young i live and breath with days to come and time i don't need my bones will break with fickle force and a constant requirement to make a choice in my youth,
To this day and hours ahead For each gaze and every word Living a lie and creating lead No such fright can take that of the word Creating and deceiving Those that bring it all
When I say "homeless," what do you see? Someone dressed in dirty clothes, out on the street? Someone with a cup, asking for change so they can eat? Someone who struggles to get back on their feet?
Inhale and exhale We breathe, but better when we sleep. And move, as though a boat set to sail.
I miss that time when people looked at pigeons, dancing with the wind. Now there's too much crime. In my mind... I wonder about, "the life of pigeons"
About to clock into work. These shoes are digging into my feet. They are black, with elastic straps to tighten them. I walk to the punch clock. I reach out to touch the keys.
He died when he was a boy. (Peter breaks through) Golden child of all his siblings: (the shadow.) beloved, beautiful, anchored
I shall condone in your game of foolery to lead Those in close vicinity down the winding path Of the secrets and the truths All things produced in our time to satisfy Keep the young mind at bay from growth
I miss when nights used to drip from the sky. When parties moved in slow motion and we drank with angst and expectation. Everything is so steady now–I’m restless.
All the dark colors, Bind me to the ground, Trapped with the memories I hate and fear the most. Burn me to ashes, And when the wind blows, My death is everywhere. All the dark colors,
Well, let us start off with an essential cliché. They are, indeed, essential, you know? Anyhow, once upon a time… And I cannot truthfully say: in a kingdom, far away.
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,
There is a spray tan in the oval office. I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall. The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall.
O beautiful for standard tests, For health worth less than grades, For against what the kids request Upon us stress cascades! America! America!
Do not tell me I did not love this place The home in which I live These things that I've done in its name Are not yours to forgive For weren't we just children Who loved a place too much
I want to live till thirty Before my bones crumble into dust I want to live till thirty Before I stare out of ancient eyes I want to die young Before the pain becomes unbearable
I cant do this anymore, Death is knocking upon my door. I cut deeper and deeper, I see the eyes of the real Grim Reaper. I wield my blade like a weapon in defense,
We met in our youth, My fast friend, my childhood love- but now we must part.
She's the type of girl That everyone would desire Long hair, beautiful So many do admire But what you see on the outside Really doesn't matter Cause she's hurting inside Ready to die
I find myself stroking your cheek Before I even have the chance to speak I catch myself mid-stare Tangling my fingers in your hair I feel embarrassed, realizing To me your touch is tantalizing
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.”
we are america the brave do you see us? we are here feet pressed firmly into american soil and we will not back down these are my sisters and my brothers
What would you do if this happened to you? Wake up in a room with no one else left to hold With no one but yourself and these thoughts all alone
This is the evolution of our generation: Documentation of instant gratification, Social media exploitation, Gender roles and misrepresentation.
Few things shape a persons psyche In a year like a lover and the first to entice thee Sixteen shaped me through a love I lost At the time keeping up no matter the cost The birth of my brother
a ten-second tears falls from bleak but truthful faces with a poultice-like mask from mistaken-youth places what are the choices to change, stop for 30 days, complain
Tonight, your palm will shake above mine, Your fingers will feel me sweat between mine, My fingers will feel the bump of your wrist,
you wanted to see my room you burned so sweetly underneath you sat like fallen leaves laid bare the trees outside my door
Do you ever get that feeling The feeling of wanting to fly But your wings are broken Every word unspoken Do you ever get that feeling The longing desire to run But your legs are paralyzed Your nerves are tranquilized Tell me the truth As my so
why have I become so dependent on something so temporary? why does my happiness bank on your warm touch why can’t I smile unless you hold me
Those moments of immortality they hit us in bursts; bold bright beautiful remiding us that we are the stars that shoot across the night sky the storms that rage against the gulf shore.
They say to us, "This generation knows nothing, they're only children, what do they know?" But they don't know the battles we've fought, the fear we faced, the weights on our shoulders.
This spring is dry It’s cold on a summers day The leaves are still Although they are not here to stay, Humanity dipped in grey dye
The words " I love you " "I" sounds so selfish. And "Love" is over used. "You" always depends on who you're talking to. Is it real? Is it fake? By chance, Or by fate?
Took my youth for granted Now I’m stuck in a sandpit of broken dreams and neglected responsibilities My mind is constantly telling me that I can do better But no matter what
I want to walk. I want to run. I want to fly. I also want to fall. But I never ever want to stop.
happiness is being 4 years old and thinking happiness is spelled 'happyness' it's thinking mommy and daddy will always love each other it's elementary school carnivals in the fall
Buzzing with your rainbow dreams All those diamond cities scream Is everything just what it seems? Golden people planning schemes
In eighth grade, we had Science class together. You had sat in the row behind me until the seats were switched and we became partners. Do you know what I would give to be partners with you again?
We each have our own weight to bearphysical, emotional, spiritual we do not careThe thought that our weight could crush othersIs why we do not share
The human eyes allow us to see and the spiritual one allows us to perceive. As a result, I wake up with desire to grow up to be, is the greatest instiller in all of history.
For so messy a tongue in a body so young - for such stumbling, stupefied, neat bouts of mumbling;
Written Expression Stuck. Brick barriers of muddy membrane. Imprisoned. Caged by my thoughts and identity. Black, young, and Christian.
we learn to hate to slice and maime to choose our possessions and keep souls bound and chained every mortal wants to be immortal every one wants to be free what is keeping us so imprisoned
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
PART I: just. one. breath. For that is all it takes -In and out- To escape the chaos and relieve the doubt.
Mom was only twenty-eight when she moved in this house in 1977,And she lived here until she moved to Sneedville, Tennessee in 2011.Mom was beautiful at twenty-eight and she was still beautiful at sixty-four.
Hi there. It's me, your father/mentor/master-plumber/older-self. If it's all right with you, I'd like to drop some knowledge on your head. At the time of writing this I'm 18 years old.
Hi there. It's me, your father/mentor/master-plumber/older-self. If it's all right with you, I'd like to drop some knowledge on your head. At the time of writing this I'm 18 years old.
There are many detriments about my city I won't say the name because I'd rather show you There are killings back to back Cops kill civilians, civilians kill civilians, civilians kill cops
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
There was a summer long ago Endless days, filled with space We played and swam and knew no woe Never left the monopoly board My friend was Tommy; I still see his face. Full of grace, just thirteen years
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.
I'm here don't, don't cry, I haven't learned much in school yet, but I know how to say don't cry. I'm here, its alright, I know you don't think I know what's going but he's strong he'll be alright.
What makes you happy? Is it waiting for innocent victims in a dark alley? To rob them off their security? Or is it waking up early, And make your hands dirty, As you toil for your family?
plesant as a peach baby from the beach not a lot on her mind, just pockets full of lost dimes little red rocket crusing down the street the sun and its heat, keep making her scabs sting sweaty and petty
Child, I have been around for a long time. Long enough to comprehend the importance of home. As the bells in my heart chime, I remember the place where I was born. East or west, that place is best.
The World Needs Changing Will The Old Do it, Um… No The Youth Must Reform
I am Poetry I envision my life as lyrics to music Ahhh the floetry P for Powerful I am powerful with the words that I write My tongue is the sword that shines when there is no light
In the dusty suburbs of a forgotten Mississippi town, An old man waters his lawn- Watching Watering Watching The neighbor kids, how they run with such agility. Coveting Craving Coveting
I remember when I wrote my first poem. I was 8 years old. I had just processed the loss of my father. I had never before felt so alone So hurt So empty So lost.
Bell Glass I try to cross the thresholdsI try to shovel poetry in glass bottles eaten by the seaSome BellJar note washed ashore,some ancient hand had written
Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz The picket-fathers of modern psychoanalysis And medicine Gnashing our flaws away in gory applause
One still night, In some stolen moment passed, From my slumber Mountained a hush and, From this hush, Rose death His calloused grip Sent Fear slowly soaking Down from my scalp
We may be good We may be bad But we all must look forward Because our future lies ahead.
Our youth is young and fleeting Burned on lined papers Galloping through heavy winds Like a spring leaf freshly flown Twisting and darkening On its way down We set fire to ourselves
I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to play dead Being blind and not even knowing it Daily activities going through life in a daze Running, always chasing trying not to be caught
King Arthur I use to imagine being a warrior whose being was entirely engulfed. With a silver knights’ suit like King Arthur,
When I was a young girl Is when I first noticed My bashfulness got in the way I had so many thoughts that swirled in kalediscopes and So many dreams that were swinging high above the trees
You don't need my confession To know that I'm struggling with depression it follows me everywhere I go and I wish it wouldn't show I can bury my face in other things
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.
To you, mom, I think depression is not understanding. It’s not hearing me when I cry silently at dinner, but instead, reprimanding. Me? It’s not my fault, see, I hold back my breaths, I keep it in
In the moments of doubt and uncertainty leapt off your tongue and spilled over into the thin air resulting in the warmest embraces and the wisest words exchanged allowing you to fall gently asleep in your darling fairy room lying your little head
To the leaders of Traction I am a witness to your love in action love exceptional intentional
If those walls could talk, I know what they'd say; It'd be no comfort to families, Whose lights've gone away. For when sky fades to black, And blues turn to grays, And gun's life-taking crack,
We are just kids who can't stop the voices of our demons. Too tired from trying to keep ourselves sane, we are out on the edge not caring if we fall, we are heroes
I see you, when you see me I see trees dancing to the wind’s rhythm I see children making music in the park I see water moving down the mountain’s back
It's the chick who used to sit on stairs of University High Walked the halls at lunch time, searching for peace of mind Because at home I didn't fit in, a real black She
Hatred and distrust run deep when we don't say the right things. Even deeper when we don't mean the right things. It's hard to say everything you need to when you can see that your loved ones despise you.
As I grow and learn and mature in a world where all number of things (but especially people) are sorted and labeled, shoved into boxes like leftovers into too-small containers,
All I need is a chance to be heard and understood, Not to be the mistake child who everyone talks about. Not to be making six-digits and have nothing to spend it on. Not to be living your dreams for you.
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
On the shores of here and gone, a never ending line sunlight shining off her hair and dancing off her eyes. Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
I don’t know what love is in words I know I feel it so well it hurts I don’t know if you Are the only one I’ll love In this particular way But I know that you Are living in my mind
Step firmly slowly, To take flight reaching new heights, Trust the process, Child. -
A little girl with a neatly tied bonnet eagerly gathers the strawberries. She rejoices the growing collection in her pail. Except the little girl is a young woman now.
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings, Make me feel your presence in it's entirety. Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but I don't care if you don't, and
There was a month where I smelled like cigarettes. You were the month that I tasted like misplaced jokes, who's punch-line snaked around my jaw;
You told me I made you feel the way I feel when I draw circles under my tongue, but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
Going to college is frightening, but there are more frightening things in the world. Growing up is exhilarating, but there are things we can miss on the way.
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning? Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
She was always different Not in the way of the kid in class whose only friend was imaginary And not in the way of the most popular girl, with a posse catering to her every whim
Twirling swirly my slurred Speach stood still I'm alive don't worry Phone-call-two-in-the-morning The sense of furnished living rooms mourning And when candid twisted words tie tongues
The eyes he holds you with, your red lipstick, Nicotine fingers draped summer's leather The rain found structure the candle's flame flicks. Stepping in wet paint; your drippy leasure.
Hello my name is Tyko I believe life black dots orange suits black in orange prison doors
Hey, You! Yeah you I know who you are You're the big old empty shell of me that real life and real stuff doesn't mar You're the face that I take off at night My double when I am under the bed
little girl playing in rain puddles herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky raincoat swish-swish wellies squeak and slurp hungry beasts gold hair, bright eyes clueless and naive.
I am a foster youth, I am the voice of countless others Though my lips speak, this is the voice of my sisters and brothers The voice of those that are still silent in despair
Slow down slow down No reason to get all worked up on this Take your time, take your time Never thought you'd be worrying over this Money's a lie, it's a lie
I have a lot of fears in life.
Don’t act like I’ve ever been okay. Because it’s in the smile when I’m angry The straight lips you demanded when you couldn’t take more The obedience you looked for It’s all in me and it is me
“Go with your gut feeling." I don’t feel anything Except the heat from my brain Coupled with the pain of thinking of him Cause I can’t, Won’t let myself stop thinking of you
Many hearts will come and FALL BUT MY greed will remain steady Cypress Delva Residing by the wayside The breeze whispering on my face
And once again I felt a soft pressure upon my lips; a gentle phantom kiss. Have you been thinking of me as I have for you? A lovely breeze passes by, surrounding me with your scent.
Waking up in the Ocean of Noise,Smoke and Dirt All I think was, Is it not going to death but No its already part of me Looking at my street all I could see Holes and it depth
Puff Puff Puff ! Once a Guy told me I'll continue to Puff for weeks cuz this weed not weak It makes me stronger. I told him he might Die of Hunger He Started whispering I started to wonder
Oh brother! Can I ask what you looking for But wait for some sec Lemme tell u wat Am Looking For. I wish I could Fly like a Bird What am looking for i'll Continue Looking for till I become white beard
everybody wanna live forever YEAH! Everyone lives forever . Death is just a transportation to the real life u've been sleeping all this while . So be ready cuz this life Is an illusion or should I say its a dream.
*Singing* Sometimes I feel
“Hey Guys! Take my picture!
They’re breaking the orchid ribs,
When I was a little girl, I quickly took to finger painting. It seems that many still enjoy Tracing brush strokes across my deepest canvases. If you look closely you will find:
I feel wild tonight. Fast as the wind and as free as air. Can't catch me, try as you might,
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,
To speak but not to be heard.
Imaginative skulls passionate for creating the unknown for what they seek within we are the youth wasting our young years or creating our biggest fears angry at the world
From a tender young age we are told to respect our elders By our elders So from what age
My life displayed upon a screen- I live behind a filter; I never say what I think. I’ve been trained to keep my mouth shut, but my lips glossed and pink. Without the social media, I am like all the rest.
We are not the hormones in our blood Nor are we sex driven maniacs. There is a method to our madness Whether you choose to see it or not And we are begging you to Open your fucking eyes!
He and I make plans to run away together We talk until we fall asleep every night We take the clichés and we fix them up real pretty like they’re ours.
The expectations are set, before we even come into the world. - We see things as a threat, before we know what flag they hold. - We refuse to accept everyone, before we get to know them.
These days We wait For something to happen We wait for Fridays We wait to be seniors We wait to go to college We wait for the perfect relationship We wait for happiness
We are all born to sin we all do by age ten we done lied and even stolen too by age fifteen for most kids have seen things that weren't meant to be seen and those sights cannot be rid
children are innocent until they're introduced into this society and all the pain takes their innocence the insolence and villainous these young kids, they have such vigilance
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different? Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
Who is this youth? A lie hides the truth small truths hide big lies Who is this youth?
From peer pressure to the grave,
The world has become full of destruction Going on a downward spiral causing an eruption All the people filled with anger and hate Make it hard to earn your keys to the holy gate
As the clouds rolled in, she broke hearts for desire.
As a seed we learn and soak in experiences and hurt. Our growth is formed solely in our direction whether we follow the light of the sun or the dark of the room. But to learn in the right we must be taught by another.
Lovers hold hands So instead let’s hold feet Hands can let go But feet chain us free We’ll walk about town on our Blistered black hands But we’ll never stray far; our ankles Made friends
Apologies for my doubts. I was never meant to be trusted. Believe me, you looked a lot like a boomerang, But there’s nothing worse than sitting alone on the seesaw all year.
The riddles that ring,like the telephones from now and the pastThe dialing of the words that spin in a continuous circle, they always lastAnd when you answerYou want to know why they called
One voice speaking out to the world I speak for the youth that are constantly being silenced Freedom to speak confused as violence my words, can be used as a form of protest
A blow in the face And a red mark on the eye, Who said you can flee?
Little by little, the table breaks
It's the gaurana, the crickets, the dust bunnies gaurding curtains, gates to a kingdom of ants on a windowsill. It's the tangled, ragged ropes, once daisy chains with wide, flattened faces
Land of the Free? The American Dream, These phrases make me want to scream.
We are looked at as misled, misguided.. When really, it's these kind of people who save us all. The broken ones are the true heroes, not wanting any recognition. Selflessnes is their virtue,
Under roofs, birds chattered youth
miami, And i hope i cross your mind like AI. I hope one day you'll see the way I Look at you and tell you you're beautiful. Your beauty turns me into a fool. Because,
Some of my people steady actin like they weak
A suffering child shall not cry. A suffering child shall not let a tear run down their cheek to stain the soft brown skin that child was once felt comfortable in.
You told me that youth is wasted on the young, But I never asked for this. I asked for help. I asked for love. I asked for self-control.
Turbulent veins Ancient toxins flowing
From the ashes, we rise like Kings. From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs. WIth each broken brick we build a home. Our fate is made in our blood and stone. You may take our bodies,
When I was growing up, I was told to always fight for what I believe in. Whether it's for the greater good or for sin. But when I entered school, I was told to think differently. To just be a good person and not to express myself publicly.
Smells like Teen SpiritWashing up on the shoreTangled in sins, drums that beat no more Feels blueReaching into my chestReleasing my heart from my breast
Tears roll down my cheek. They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert, Whisking away the filth and barrenness, Revealing the rich brown underneath.
Your laugh is a million fireflies, your heart is a sunny breeze, your dreams are like a telescope, and tears that dread a sea. Your love is a vapor of ones own bliss,
300 years of slavery, 300 years in chains, One hundred years of bravery, This finally led to change. Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign, Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
I try to stay away from you But you keep on coming back I see the desperation but I do not give a flack You're a crazy creepy stalking pig who I want far, far away but you just seem to return to me
The Logic Of Todays Youth Many Young People Today are in great disposition Simply because we refuse to defer from sin You see its not that we don't know any better
our makeup grows thicker and thicker as the love for ourselves wears thin villing our voids left by heart ache and pain with eyeliner and liquid skin.
Let Me Tell You
Sometimes...Right before I close my eyes
We all fear the most inevitable of outcomes The day our lungs give out and the blackness swallows us Swallows us like the pills we used to cling desperately to
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page. Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
Dear Dollar Dahlia, My childhood was spent in your bloom. I plucked your purples and pinks Reds and oranges and yellows For my mother and for the table I put your blossoms in my hair
To the Unconcerned: Whimsical you were when youth was upon you.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES GREAT WISDOM. FROM MY YOUTH COMES OUR FUTURE. FROM MY YOUTH COMES STRENGTH. FROM MY YOUTH COMES POWER. FROM MY YOUTH COMES SOUL. LIFE, BEAUTY, AND LOVE COME FROM THE ROOTS OF MY YOUTH.
The only freshman On this grown-up debate team. Why am I so young?
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,
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
I fell in love with you when you asked me a question I fell inlove with the spaces between each word you breathed I fell in love with how nervous you were Hesitation then laugh Hesitation
What is a life? Measured in the days, milestones? We rent the time on this earth, so we measure in love. After death a life only continues in memories. You will be forgotten if you are “idle”.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
In those few peaceful seconds, it was just me and the world.
“You’re too young”.
No one knows what to expect at birth. I didn’t choose this life, life choose me It's just meant to be. No one can choose, I had to learn to adapt It was either that, or end up on my back.
When I was eighteen, I had my first anxiety attack. Alone. In my room. 11 PM Crying, gasping, my heart felt like it was going to die.
I wish someone had told me when I was thirteen “Don’t forget how to make these explosions, you’ll miss them later” “Don’t let people ignore you because you’re young”
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
To the black and white minstrel Capped in red Drumming a ballad of beat In a forest ballroom with ceilings of leaves Capped in red Autumn trees stand tall
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
Every Day, Every Minute.... People get bullied Every day, Every Minute. Most bullies don't stop to think, "Are they really getting hurt by what I do?" Some see no wrong in it.
I am disheartened by the large decline In the vocabulary choices made By others who are posting things online I wonder how their English papers grade… I like to open books that smell with age
I eat, breathe and think school. Why?
A noose of ignorance and gallows of derogation set up for the distinct,The blaze of the stares just as severing as if it been the blade of an ax.Gagged by the silence, and hands bound by injustice,
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
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet. Since I was young I looked up to the stars. The second to the right my eyes did meet. And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
Holding back, No longer allowing slack Pulling in the reigns On this issue that is causing me so much pain If I could create a world, would color be in it?
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
Wealth, it's such an illusion. Seeing it on TV causes us confusion. The rich sitting and doing nothing but indulging in luxuries. Never revealing the hard work put into their companies. Every effect has a cause.
Society Society commandeers every bit of our lives We would never live as hermits Or make our homes out of living trees
No hesitation when my pen touches the paper
Life seems so long when your young Youth has a way of smiling on everything All things hold your attention if even for a moment Minutes pass by like hours and you cant wait until a new opportunity
All we see, all we hear.
kiss me softly with your spirit when you sleep let's slip into warm bliss and drift away caress my hips, hold my hand
Steel rafts of ocean hands Pearl into icy depths Piercing through its smooth skin Breaking the shocks of energy Through thick blue
Children of Heaven
I come from the Bottom, I told all my family and genuine friends that I got them. I'm determined to make it, nobody is going to give me anything so I have to take it.
As I look into the world, there is so much that I can change.
It’s boring, it’s all boring. That’s what I tell myself. Then I remember a quote from a source I never cared to research that says Only boring people get bored A quaint platitude for the
stragley hair that won't straigten freckles that makeup can't cover up chapped lips "oops I broke a nail" uneven toes too small of eyes stubby fingers "I'm not skinny enough"
Tell me, Tell me how whole we are An unbroken family unit, no longer bent on space between calls. Remind me how intimate our ties are Forged by your flights of anxiety and his fights with insanity.
Sometimes I still dream Of the days When my hair was the color of Straw When my cheeks were Red Because the blood still ran I dream of days when I was a Child
This world is spinning out of control The doubts are coming over me pulling me no where but down. The society's perfections got me questioning my complexions.
today i found a water stained book entitled “how to be happy”
Stand tall and march with confidence, Do not breathe fear or the enemy will sense it, When you bleed you are only to bleed victory, Shoot the enemy, young soldier But young soldier, keep in mind,
Just becasue I'm young, Doesn't mean I'm stupid, Doesn't mean I'm less, And doesn't mean I don't have feelings. Just because I'm young, Doesn't mean I can't, Doesn't mean I'm reckless,
I was once a little girl,
The will to youth is Thought out brashness and youthful exuberance Without fearlessness Forc-ing creat-ivity and adversity We supermen born
The Dawning- An Original Poem by Catelin Haight Time marches on, Or so I'm told This Body is young
it was the summer the sun ate everything rays looping like tentacles
The long, luscious curls of innocence,
This poem does contain footnotes on the bottom that may be used for clarification since there are many obscure references.
Afraid to start a new I buried myself in gray. Bound to lose myself and all senses; I found you, my radiant, blinding light Your exquisite aura inticing, I reached for you.
Clean, innocent Unaffected by time Full of laughter, dreams imagination, and life Antebellum... But no, no it's ending Erasing that clean beginning
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,
It is true things come easy for those who are young, when it hits them to run, having no regard for the course life sets before them. Instead, a different course
Remember— Walking in the sand, wiggling tiny bits and particles, between your toes, looking out beyond the waters, toward the horizon To where your dreams are directed
And here I am, Sitting in front of y'all.
The hearts of youth are unlike others They are in existence for a time in which they chose, And incomparable to the time in which our old age is recognized. We feel as though youth is a treasure which is stolen easily,
Your name was actually
It's easy to parallel with the crowd, to follow their crooked steps yet young ones cry out INSPIRE ME... to be different. INSPIRE ME... to love myself. INSPIRE ME... to embrace truth.
I don't think I care anymore,at least - not today.Today I could be the life within timid embers, old and forgotten, and still feel meaningful. As I am surely put out by hergargantuanGothicboots,
Watched the news today It said a ten year old girl Witnessed her parents get gunned down My eyes began to swell
You were a kid once, you once had teachers of your own for many months Now you're teaching for an income, is it your passion, is it even fun?
Look at you sitting behind that desk, acting all high and mightyWe are not your toys to fuck withWe are human beingsWe are teenagers, hormonal brats that need help during this crucial time
Just one person Hardly lacking in passion But couldn’t possibly take the action Stuck in a box With nothing but your thoughts Trying to make a move But you haven’t got a clue
I'm tired of pretending I'm happy. I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. I'm tired of pretending I don't care, when there's so much more I could say. I'm crying out, but no one hears.
7:20 Late, herded into a room deprived of civilizations air, Filling my brain with the mans gloom or so we all presume.
You and I drove 85On a road that read 40Miles per hour.We were racing to seeWho would be the firstTo die.
What are we doing? Wasting time? Buying time to just feed on insecurity. I don't make you glow. You look at me with dull eyes.
You stand at the board and you sit at your desk You only care about deadlines and scores on my test You mark up my papers, you stay after class You couldn't care less if I actually pass
Youth is a thorny, yet delightful flower. The mistakes made in youth are vexatious, life lessons to learn. We can bloom beautifully with rapture, or grow bitterly by the hour.
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.
With so many things I wish I could say, to all of my teachers day after day, I cross all my T's, and dot all my I's, to get a good job, so I won't serve fries. Enough with Macbeth, or Chaucer's old tales,
When teachers stopped sleeping on the tables, Eating dinner in the cafeteria, Brushing their teeth in the bathroom,
On a horse, gallopingat full speed. A giraffeto the left; a lion chasing.Around and aroundyou go on my carousel.You do not know me butso many of your naturehave passed through here
Eternity is set in my eyes. Throwing chaos and knowledge at the world. I fly above you now with the ancient wind beneath my wings. I whisper into your immature dreams and say: "Robbed of my innocence. No more time to play.
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections. The sun. It sinks quietly into the majestic purple and nectarine colored sky like silk.
I write you this letter as I lay belly-down on the now very faded hammock in our backyard. The same hammock you and I would lay on for hours telling stories and sharing secrets.
You walk in the room My hands begin to shake You look at me My heart pounds I can feel it fighting to jump through my skin You begin to speak
The truth is your too flirty, Your suppose to be my Teacher, confidant, n support me and here you are acting all dirty truth is you have no morale for the school and dislike kids
Thanksgivng in Rehab Another addict at The Lodge It is myself I can no longer dodge But what have these drugs really done? 'Tis the time of year for friends and fun
driving down the windy road back to the place I used to know little house on the river bend the four of us used to play pretend
Beautiful girl to come home toYou’re on the roadCan’t wait to see you Another trip, back in timeFeeling young, feeling fine Keep chasing that feelingYou’re addicted to That feeling of youth22
Golden amber drips over the supple rising of skin Made crisp by the summer’s sun, droplets catch in the curves of her lashes “Never” floats through the breeze
You are debating, misstating, creating Facts and figures that sounds so nice. I am waiting, we are waiting, My generation is weighting
You play the part because you're in a knight's tale but the tale of the night he OD'd on prescription drugs sidesteps the uphill staircase to the fact that we need the pill in the first place
In the beginning of this love affair with poems I learned I was empowered by the way words flowed from my pen. I saw that it was a unique talent that not many got and fewer choose to practice.
We pull up in our truck beach boys pour out of speakers our surfboards in back race to the sound of the waves crash Surfers gather all around like the seagulls on the buoys
We are the wild reckless youth Dismissing any thought to atone Ignorant to the lessons of couth We hide amid a collapsing throne
The air smothered in smog The birds don't sing like they used to. Then again, it's not surprising, must have the Memphis blues. The echoing screams in the streets Children crying in the background
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.
Desires are a deep thirst Always there Water quenches Dreams are saltwater Appear to quench in the end only worsen Taking hopes Twisting them
This moment is fleeting I keep thinking about how I'll miss my brother once I leave for school again forgetting that the little time I do have is spent soliciting my worries to future dates
Hartford is a storm. Hartford is a rainbow. Hartford is a concrete rose garden That when the sun washes over the streets They grow.
As youth, we wish youth away, We wish to be older, for our adult days. To move away from home, To live self-instructed lives, To have our freedom and not worry about our parent guides.
they scream "we're not drunk enough!" so I give them the golden liquor of death 150 proof and an extra bottle of gin to control their djinns some ginseng on top so they sing sweetly
Its up to the youth to create something new. We enter into a world our parnts grew. Learn from the past and we shall improve. Leave a trace of our existance in time
The rising sun is georgously warm The world is is innocent and true At the peek of day the world takes form and the innocence passes through at the end of the day we sleep it away
In the dark sky No one hears her cry There's no one to call Her tears continue to fall Her broken heart Is a work of art
To give in within the social norms and forget how we were before would be asking the impossible, creating the identity, masked hide the dignity, and forget the past.
The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air.
While walking down the street one day I heard a small boy cry Why hath this life have no meaning And why do people die I thought to myself "oh small boy everyone asks someime"
Brittle bones, shaking hands, forgotten. Sits broken like the world, spotted with age, wrapped in folds of time. At the brim ready to escape. To run from lips cracked and dry, the concrete that traps us.
This is a message to my generation; it seems we’re falling into condemnation, subtly but surely losing our concentration, losing our determination to seek God and witness His manifestation in our lives, too busy with our infatuation with TV, video
I was the sweater you put on after Summer, when the weather started to get colder. You were the voice I tuned on my car stereo, every night when I left home.
The beast in me has woken up. The howling of the light that shone through my soul untied the knot of frenetic encapsulation.
Tell me about the time you almost pinned youth to the ground How she laughed in bell tones before she cried Before she told you that her time was almost up That was when you noticed the bruises, didn't you?
We are a group of aimless souls Without any goals Children lost to technology Living as if they have had a lobotomy I wish for a challenge, someone to reach out I have reason to pout
A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time. Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind. My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed.
I am young. Thinking more of girls, than of grades, I take the time to ponder lips of pink-ish red, soft and moist, Glossed with the scent and color of strawberries, With curvaceous beauty, with supple sensitivity.
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I am from beloved dolls, from bubble wands and crabapple trees. I am from bright colors and playful spirits,Bookshelves and stacked boxes. I am from dandelions and low-branched trees.
I. For the first time in a long while, I went to my jewelry box, a place Of cameos and my mother’s earrings, And took out my necklace of delicate gold And settled it on my collarbone
We are infinitely clueless, yet eager to learn more; and smiles mean the world to us, as loneliness can be so pervasive.
a finite beauty; youth is giving way. the diaphanous spirit does not remain naive, tender, passionate. Time erases the smiles and etches a crease between the brow.
Strange, isn't it? when life proves wisdom and exchange of wit the strife in being dumb calls us, so young. The toils come over. Hardships sung. We, as youth, gave labor.
Time flies way too fast There is no reverse Youth is fleeting My childhood is in pieces Is this what reincarnation is for? Re-do Do over Can I take everything I have done back?
I am from reading the wondrous books in the world, the brilliant authors who write them and bring them to the curious world, like magic. Where the books are so strong and so powerful, they can control my feelings.
A story never told is just Blank pages with possibilities Causing the mind to begin racing, Ripping and Raving Searching for an answer, amongst so many confusions Today or Tomorrow, Tomorrow or Today?
I took the time off to think. Think about how life would be if I went back to the past and did things differently. Sometimes I feel like maybe life would be better if I wasn't here. Suicidal thoughts? Never!
Beautiful, submissive, and enduring sufferer! You were the lamb imprisoned within a den of wolves. Abandoned in this world, you understood cruelty’s impermanence. The deepest admiration from my heart’s deepest vaults you summoned.
A blazon radiates from above Upon the barren, bleak cave Where reminiscent of lost love Reflects within mystic waves.
Some people say love doesnt exist Others say it is only found between a man and woman if thats true then whats this im feeling for a woman Butterflies in result to that sweet sound i call ur voice
A Child Alone Thinking that they’re grown But just another soul lost Victim to the World’s Exhaust
The eyes, The cries, The petty grins, and truthful lies. They stand before me as i try to rise for i despise, these snicker flies, eating away at my gracious prize. for it is mine it is quite devine
Im going to write to you to make your day go by faster. I had no one in this world or in my life I could be myself with or speak my thoughts to. I never knew how important that was until I found it with you.
Our poor forsaken generation Focus...focus....focus Man if I don't blow this it's like I can't focus Feeling like I'm choking....but I know if I'm not blowing this
It was early December when I first met him. He was a little timid at first, He hid under the seat until the lights went dim. He was as horrible as a curse. I loved him.
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 am a strange stirring in the night, the way you feel when you’ve just awoken from a dream, the tension of your misplaced affection.
They say to sit down, want me to shut up. They say I'm too young, I can't know. Tell me I'm ignorant, I'm naive. But I am experiencing, right here, right now.
As long as you’re by my side, The Distance matters not. My heart is tied to yours By strings of immortal trust. Forever. For always.
Standing atop the world, Feeling the wind whirl around me, I gaze into the distance. Gradually the darkness is banished, The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe That rises high above me.
Remember when you took a lunch box to school? Or do you remember getting wood chips in your hair? Do you remember sitting in a booster chair? What about when you used to ride in the grocery cart?
I'm so close but too young to get away. 3 more years for you & 1 for me but I'm willing to wait. I can hide like I have been: in bookstore corners & concert crowds
We, like the forever wind, rage like the gemstone sky, scare like the diamond fire, sear We are, like a roaring train, a force like her ocean eyes, electric like the sun’s breath, gold
(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
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
Battered and worn down all day Only to rise renewed with the moon Temptation lurking in the heart Leaking into our actions Forgetting the pains of the past And venturing forth into the new horizon
Be aware if you dare stare i don't care i have everything being my teddy bear its ok if you dont like me but i bet my life you wont doubt me because i have potential like no other
Today I am 17, soon to be 18 and it wont be long until adults will respect me, youth will reflect me. But I just sit here in my room waiting for Peter Pan to come. Before
I am a lost child Fighting for a lost cause Of that lost generation My people are often misunderstood My people are often looked over My people are lost At least that’s how we’re described Age
What can I do? They say you're just a kid You can't do anything about This sounds like a direct Challenge me and I'll show you what We can do? A lot if we want it, we can Get it? Yes, we can! Kids are
We can't wait to grow up But it's time that we wake up Growing is something that can wait Because once you're old it's too late Do what you can, be "Forever Young" Listen to Jay, those words have been sung