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Becoming an adult is a funny thing. It sort of sneaks up on you From the depths of existence Even though you’re aware of your childhood expiration date
The blazing star streaks across the sky Life Stirring, Soft-skin wrapped limbs Reaching for the light The clock strikes 12 and time begins
Growing. Most may say that it relates to one's height, but it's much more than what you can physically see with your sight. Growing. It leads to more maturity.
Every night I ate Something new from my plate Every night I sat at the table While my mom slaved in the kitchen Every night I sat at the table And enjoyed the fruits of someone else's labor
I guess I'm a adult now I've taken out a student loan I've also made a savings account I guess I'm a adult now I'm saving up my money And I've been quite frugal I guess I'm a adult now
Looking up into a summer’s midnight sky is like gazing into a blanket of diamonds. It’s beautiful and breath-taking… Stars scatter across the endlessness like pixie dust. I am only a child.
In the light I awaken, in my mothers womb in my mothers house in my dirty hands in dirt. In the dark I ponder, in the office in the papers filled with numbers
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,
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
Swollen legs and chunks of lash glue covering my eyelids were suppose to be the problems after prom. Instead, funeral arrangements and mournful phone calls to friends and our principal marked the day.
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
Since being grown up, I read more now. Not just for fun but, to learn lore and how this world is run. This all began in 2015. When Trump ran, and I was eighteen,
Some days are just different than others, Some are bright and clear But sometimes you release the pain, And shed a tear Lately, I've been talking to God more often, Asking him how I fit into all this,
How can I hate those who raised me, When I am their baby? And I know that they hurt me, But I have been learning, That they are people too, There's a bunch of fucking shit that they went through.
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
My mother carried me around the same way she carried her purse; Right by her side, hanging off her shoulder. The only catch- you can't be emotionally available to a purse.
Adulting Adult is a four letter word. It’s more dangerous than others Because it denotes segregation Between the old and young,
Her face lit up with a glow Sparkles in her eyes The great news she'd ever know Is that she would be changing lives. She knew that this was going to change it all From her pockets to her qualities
I miss the dolls and trains and naps during the rain. I miss the coconut lip gloss and Justice that made us look insane. I even miss the Tumblr posts and Oovoo chats lasting all night long.
Long ago, as a child, Life struggles were simple. The struggle of not doing what I wanted. What a surprise when I grew up! Adults can do what they wish,
Feather light touches, blink and they’re gone. I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom, unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
I was raised with all the correct tools resources, books, experience. Yet, I struggle. Struggle to realize I schedule my own doctor's appointments, swipe my own card at registers, Pay for my own gas.
I no longer need my mom’s help Phone bill and food all paid off by myself Ordering at least three pairs of shoes My mom now doesn’t have a single clue
Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed Watch the shadows creep their way under to door. Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement
Not smiling at smiling me from the DMV. Not watching an R without all of the PG. Not even checking the squares of democracy.
I don’t know if I’ve changed for the better or the worse but I’m not the same person that I’ve been. I don’t know what I wanted
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;
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”
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?"
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,
(TW: Language) I. I’ve got all this shit settled in, populating between my temples And it comes out in movements, like all the people I can’t handle meeting
(TW: Language) I. So I guess I get a little scared When the phone doesn’t ring like it was just waiting for me to reach a point I guess all sorts of shit comes up then
(TW: Language) Welcome to the machine? How about welcome to the street of need and inability, two things that should never have to be together
(TW: Language) Well shit, I keep picturing lines discussing my intoxication and why I can’t remember the words I managed to string together discussing the tone of my latest endeavors
Halfway Outta High School Frozen in time, lost in a drift Preserved by strong resolve alone As the wind blows you fail to shift Instead of paper, you're a stone I lack this constant qaulity
It's always been an educator.
Kids divagate Because they don't know direction of life Young-adults developed To find the direction of life Adult discharge Because they know the direction of life
The horizon doesn't seem too far, The sun's heat gives me warmth, Though I am so close, It doesn't burn Slowly, all my fears are melting away.
tryin' to figure out where I'm goin' I got one door openin' and anotha closing one chapta endin' and anotha beginnin' niggas be trippin' but I be spittin' gettin' money like it ain't nothin'
on Tuesday Nov. 17, 1987 a motherfuckin' legend was born never been weak but strong never said I'm never wrong but put some respect on my name like the song graduated high school in 2006
bobbin to the beat it's Halloween time trick or treat it's show time have a seat cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M playing games on the smartphone bout to redeem
She was just sixWhen he told her to fixHis dirty desireRemove the heat of his fire She was just nineWhen she was toldTo kiss him below the lineBy that gigantic old
Love needs a reason to stayI prompt, is this the only way?To make it more strong and deepThe first time, I might cry and weep
Face plant off the third floor The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn't matter And who's sadder the committer or his encouragers Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt
Fuck you... One two on the mic let's start this flow in my crib there lies a vast domain some give props to the criminally insane sugar is sweet as sweet as honey
He started with her legs. Rising up like the sun before 7AM Setting over his shoulders right before the sixth hour hit He took his head downtown and began his art as if he was telling her that he loved her canvas and he meant it He moved his hand
There are many times I've found to have defined me as an adult, but I myself did not perceive the state of my affairs. But the day I delivered my Athena I seemed to grow the grayest of my hairs.
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work. But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
Editing my resume, searching for the buzzwords, what will leap off the page? “Tell me something about yourself.” Where to start? I need a paycheck, I toiled for four years writing essays,
Many things have conquered me Who I am is not just what you see I'm complex as can be I've been knocked down by the stress of money Trying to get through school ain't so funny
A rose-hipped girl with legs closed tight Sits staunching an ochre river. She’s sure of a weeping snake with teeth Red sunk into her belly.
When you’re young, you’re invincible There are no consequences You drive too fast, slurp too many shots, and run faster than your legs want to go
I used to be free However, now I do see The chains bound to me
love is astate of mindan emotionsometimes ephemeralsometimes steadfast
So many people going away. So many people going separate ways. Long friends, having to make amends. Great memories; Now having to say goodbye. Trying to stay strong and not cry.
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
When you catch the black-eyed man’s black eyes on the station platform and don’t think anything of it, because his eyes are only two in many millions, maybe, or a thousand you’ve seen that day, only a little bit darker
you heard, saw, and conqured each nipple between lips tongue helped to suckle here the nudges came naturally; tested both but no milk so sad! Practically trained you have a field day
Singed by the warmth of fingers Ravished with beauty of the soul Textures form to invade illusions Lifting aromas, ignite and burn New stories of love in foreplay Ebbed by the flow as honey drops!
Teenager, lonely and stressed Teenager, busy and overwhelmed Teenager, best days and worst days Teenager, preparing and leaving behind Adult, saying goodbye and saying hello
A winding road of thoughts.
I am a child Who needs toys, to know she’s loved, coloring books Who loves her mom and dad, school, baby dolls Who sees stickers, scraped knees, birthday parties Who fears spiders, heights, time out
a heart beat is when the heart speaks i guess it says a lot about you when you come around a constant uproar as it pounds my chest im lusting for your flesh im lusting for your best
Sometimes I wonder How could I make a kite fly Even when weighed down by a boulder How could I make these diseased things happy They want money and my everlasting plea to be their servant
A Particular Taste - Part I
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.
Midwest farm raised Sweet honeysuckle by the fence-line
Behind the smooth talker and the wise cracker
I still believe in the Boogey Man. His image has changed throughout the years. His claws are now stress, digging into my skin, pulling out my hair. His eyes glow yellow,
Weeks and months and years They say it all goes by so fast But not when you’re waiting for something Anticipating a day so far in the future, it seems like forever What happens when that day comes?
I burned the American Flag. Literally. I burned the American Flag and I recorded it on video.
We are not Women. We Are not Ladies. If the only thing that makes up adults is our age, then we are adults. But we are not Grown Up. We are Girls. And we wont be made Women by Physical Coming of Age.
this morning tonight, preparing to what is set forth,maybe destiny; i speak to the light, crying and weeping, unknowingly pressing forward hastily; maybe one day i'll know, no; be
One thing that I would change, would not to be for my life to be re arranged, from bedtime stories, to a goodnight kiss, these are the things that I really do miss. Days go longer, without my father,
he counts the money in his wallet the bills running through his cold hands he imagines them as her hands she counts the freckles on her shoulders her skin is cold
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
I'm being weak. Writing words for no one to read.
from being five pounds, with chinky brown eyes beset my brows, and being the size that one could hold in their palm, the constant boohooing, throwing up, setting my teeth in your flesh, or merely kicking and screaming...
I have gone to school for many years, What I have learned isn't exactly clear. There were many teachers who taught me well, English, math, science, and how to spell. Mr. Care, he was the best,
My green eyes Gaze against my nearly translucent skin, Then flicker across buildings Of mirrors and concrete, With blurry lights, As rainwater descends, Before pelting my crimson coat,
This axe of our views hides quietly away its blade rarely sees the light of day These days no one can get the axe The teachers abuse and swear Some children find this case unfair.
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
Synergy it must exist My class mates, nor I must choose not to resist For all we have is this class to express, elaborate, and hope it all last I hope this semsester does not end to fast
Walk into class, look around, take a seat. Preparing for a test, fighting the urge to cheat. Teacher walks in without even a smile on her face. Doesn't say good morning either, oh what grace.
He died. Such a short sentence, not wordy Not eloquent, But what else can I say when someone mentions my dad? Or asks, "what's your father do?" Sometimes, I lie,
“So, this is it...” says my dad from the hall outside my dorm room. The words hang like a streamer spanning the width of my door frame separating college on one side from my childhood on the other, Today he leaves me here;
I live my life trying to create such precious memories. Living with all these people I thought were a friend to me.
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