Passion.

 

Sitting in my room,

walking in the school hall,

or standing outside.

Everywhere and anywhere are prime locations

fro these feelings we aren't supposed to have.

 

We are too young,

too inexperienced,

too immature for these 

emotions to swirl

in our teenage bodies.

 

But still we feel them.

 

Even as the older and younger generations 

deny their existance

and scourn those acknowledged

with such a tainted soul,

we are here

and becuase of their underestimation of us

we turn to idiotic actions

and self-hatred.

 

Lust.

 

Such words are lost

in our heated breath

as we search and yearn

for the acceptance

that we are not demons

for acting on our urges.

Not deliquents ruining our lives

or sluts and players

seen as social suicide.

 

Disgusted and ignored

are our own feelings we cannot control.

Does anyone have an upper hand on them?

I admit I don't.

 

Erotic.

 

Tired of hating myself

for the warmth that spread

fire through my body,

of the rapid movements

brushing to paint completion on my frame

without disgust or shame.

My muscles twitch,

toes curling,

my mouth opens in a silent scream.

 

Euphoria.

 

Finally a moment

of relaxation,

of self-love and acceptance

as the fire turns to

a candle glow

in the heart of my soul.

How can something that feels

so purely right,

put out such a tainted image?