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Where do I begin? The end? Well I guess I could start from the actual beginning. Which one? There are so many.
Why do I look like this? Why do I have this body shape? Why am I not pretty like the girls on social media?
The halls crowd around me As I push through bodies and backpacks My feet fall lightly On the dirty concrete floor Students laugh Students cry Everyone is lost In their own self-centeredness
Our greatest thoughts come in when we feel locked in our own vaults. We either... write them down, draw them out, or keep them in. But we make sure they aren’t forgotten
I was born 4/20/1969 I made my mother moan as I slide right out of her meat pocket. She was the first women I would ever make moan. I lived a simple life besides my massive fucking peen.
Gotta always deny how you feel for me Enough of the fake verbal abuse To front. If they're true friends, they won't care. Lying about how you actually feel. Own up to it; who cares what they say?
Never be afraid to be who you are. You are beautiful, And you are so smart. You are brave and true, And you are unbreakable. Never question your self-worth. Whoever says different
Just when I think I'm over You, you appear in my dreams. The dreams are so vivid that When I wake, I wake confused. In my dreams, we're still in love. In my dreams, I feel your touch.
You're hard on me 'cause you care, But I wish you'd be more fair. My hurt may turn to anger; I may take it out on you. I hear you say things You would normally,
We are the generation In which the world has Placed its trust onto. We are the future. They've been saying this Since we were only children. It's all up to us.
Long time, no see. I heard when I left, you threw a party. I heard that nobody came. Time sure flies by. But now that I'm back, you want me again. Sorry to burst your bubble;
Wish you'd notice me, Wish you feel for me. Tell me, what did I ever do to you To make you act this way, boy? "It's not you, it's me?" Well, I call bullshit; I've never had the best of luck in love.
Why do I have the blues? It’s because I still love her I met her in high school She was a clever player I knew she didn’t love me, But I played along with her games Although she was using me,
From behind the window shade, I watched her and a schoolboy snogging I stared at them with eyes of jealousy My mind was full of wishful thoughts It pained my heart to see her with him .
The author is composing a poem about past events Her poem recaptures the romantic era of the 1950’s and 1960’s It highlights the good and bad experiences of teenagers
You gave us teenage revolutionaries, fighting against dictators against governments that didn’t listen wouldn’t listen
It all started one day, and I had no clue of what was coming my way I can't believe it's true. I was told it would happen,
I’m only a girl.Just fifteen. I go unnoticed if you know what I mean.For Boys look at me as if I where clear like I was never to appear.The Girls will never see me as their competition. As they neither see me in the hall where they just run into
Again, An another sleepless night passed,Again,A chain reaction of thoughts occurred,Yet Again,YOU crossed,Again, I forced,Again,I missed,Again,Yet Again,Constant I feel, Room of emptinessThis pain, This rage,This sorrow, This bitterness Wonderin
Take the compliment— Creepy stares at night, Men in alleyways, Creepy men in broad daylight, Take their compliment.
I take drugs to feel good, boy.You lie like a liar should, boy.I don't trust, but who would, boy,after all I've been through?
You know... I have this craving They say at my age That a base, hormonal Rage Is basically part of The teenage package
Bells.Ring deafeningly.With means of girls and boys.Underneath the original singing.Like bells we were once new and brass.Then reality kicks you in the ass.The metal rusts as you walk from class to class.Subtly the tone turning into sass.As bells
Some slash their wrists. Ingest a bottle of pills. Jump off a high building. Hang themselves. Blow their brains off. And it is at that moment when they feel the most alive and will to be free.
you are love, love is you, simply existing smiling eyes glistening with delight,
We fit We go together like a pen and paper We go together like a warm blanket on a cold day We go together like a puzzle
She was told she was different. She was told she was an “abomination to God.” She got dumped by her girlfriend. She has a broken heart.
The world has become harsh and cruel today No sorry or thank you or please or good day! Somewhere right now, women are crying They're crying because their children are dying.
Dear Regret, Im trying to move on I really am. I know we haven’t seen each other since that night in the ocean, and we haven’t caught up since I stayed out till 4 am back in high school,
I don’t know why I sit and wait for your attention or why my heart is so pure that I can’t actually admit how upset I get when I don’t talk to you. it sucks.
I've changed. He's changed. She's changed. Why is everyone changing? Best years of our lives right? What's true is that now, we learn how to hide it. We learn how to hide our feelings. Our love. Our growth.
Being Gay, I was never actually happy, I was locked inside a cramped closet. Being Gay, I was manhandled by my father, I was being belittled. Being Gay, I couldn't be myself,
I’m not a child no more Expanding out from my roots viewing my horizons But soon far away and the connection is vague
you meet these people on the path of life as lovers, as friends, as family as something entirely different sometimes they stay,
You dont understand what you doin to me Should I spell it out for you to see Death means absolutely nothin to me Imma keep doin what I do, it sets me free From all the pain and humiliation in the past
Too much fun as the night begun Didnʼt think too much of it but my mind was slightly unfit I danced some reminiscing, i feel dumb
One is a squirming burrito of tears, laughter and dirty diapers. At least that's how her mom put it. Two is much the same, though more mobil,
The trees illuminate with a brilliant radiance, shadows of bushy branches break the sunlight, and birds sing songs to neighboring beings. The air smells of something sweet like the best parts of nature.
Last class in seventh grade. The chess piece was left behind. While the other chess pieces roamed out to the battlefield and never heard from them again. However, one chess piece survived. But had to do somthing To repel course to Hope! With digni
Dad drinks all day. Pops a pill and lays all day. Mom is sick again. Doesn't know if she will make it. Brother is older, but mentally is not. Having to be a an adult can be hard.
As I get older My eyes get wider I can see the world As its meant to be seen The world is cold and dark The new is bleak and stark As I understand more My hopes grow dim
she is a story written on her body
Just through the past few years, I have shed a lot of tears. There were some, in both rain and shine, So here are a few things I learned from those hard to get through times:
Child to Teen By: Joshua D. Sanders From Child to Teen And everything in between Lay the lessons that he learned
A letter to humanity, With every new opening eye, I cry A new sigh, a new eye Born into this world Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
From the time you are born to the moment you die, You’re stuck inside of your body, And the mere thought of that used to make me cry. Why do I look like this? Oh God, I hate myself,
At thirteen my heart had never been broken I was still dreaming big dreams And I was still outspoken I sided with hope having no concept of doubt
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 media is rotting hiding gluttony for drama behind bright make up and sexy dresses they tell men that 'you can do this' while giving the girls restrictions those restrictions are named things like manners
God hired angels To write some books Those books Were called life The angels have to Choosing our destiny Arranging our fates Erasing our dumb choices
My anger is not a star Bursting with untamable fire Stubbornly bright When drowning in darkness And boiling beneath the surface To drive out the cold. It's a double edged sword The weapon
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
the group chats and the group spats the meet-ups and the chill-outs the parties and the sleeping over stick and poke tattoos and eyebrow slits this is what makes us friends this is what makes us feel
ACADEMIC TESTS Oh these tests, Superflous academic tests. No time to prepare For entrance tests.
This test, has always been An entropic mess. The days when I didn’t care To open to such affair. But then, he came to me asking
Is it worth it? To not be fully awake.
Is it worth it? To not be fully awake.
Lemme tell y'all a story About how the rhythm of a young girls heart beat trembled at her feet.
fully embrace every moment every experience every leap of faith keep yourself on your toes. learn to love the butterflies in your stomach grasp the fact that when you grow up… wait, that’s a myth.
i never understood what it meant when people would say dare to utter the Forbidden word love i asked questions; defined answers, short answers, answers lost in translation
Days of confident smiles even with barely any teeth Days of continuous TV Days of no worries Days of playing outside for hours Days of confidence to do anything
Poetry is free We can all remember the days that you tried to find “me” Looking everywhere to find the right ways For me starting at the young age of sixteen
Where do I begin? How do you tell a tale so weathered yet so fresh? So foreign yet familiar. Your palm that once warmed my thin fingers
I love the way you smile at me. I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you hold me close. I love the way whisper in my ear. but... I hate the way you lie to me.
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.
Oh Darth Vader Pez dispenserLying empty on a deskNo more small candies to giveYou smile coyly up at meWishing to be refilledTo be useful yet againSadly I have none to give youBut you served me well
Sticky sweet jolly rancher kisses I realize that I´m going to miss this We say our goodbyes and I pull away But something really urged me to stay Every rib in my chest breathes in for a smile
Do you wanna play twister with me? Want to roll up your soul with my spine, take off the meat suit, be able to fly. Let's escape in this starfall night, knock at my window, break my strings of logic, I love your psychosis.
Society thinks, You must wear makeup to be pretty. but not too much, don't be a slut. Society thinks, You must sleep with guys to belong. But no more than three, don't be a whore.
Being a teenager is swinging on a swing. Back and forth, back and forth. Your first couple of times swinging, you need a small push, perhaps even a lift.
Dear Younger Me, You do not need your friends' approval to qualify as beautiful. Just be you, that is really all that we are able to do.
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,
See the good in whatever your doing dont rush life not every day is a good day but guess what you live anyway everyone that claims they love you wont always love you back most people are liars and wont be honest
Dear ex-bestfriend, Im sorry. I want your forgiveness I think it's the only way for me to forget you.Then again, I don't want to forget you.
It’s 11:11, I still wish for you; Your safety, happiness, and for dreams to come true. When we first met, Was it love at first sight?
Is it worth it, For people to only know me by my "shyness", My looks, My sarcasm, Not even knowing my name Or my brain for that matter And how I know that
Dear stranger, You moved swiftly through the halls. During class, you would hide in the bathroom stalls. You thought no one knew your name.
Dear Hands, I’m sorry for how I used to treat you, Like disposable gloves. Creating permanent reminders of what has been and was.
Dear Highschool, You are cruel Who gets to decide who is lame? Who is cool? I’m fed up with all the gossip
Another new place; Another new road. Another new school; Another new home. Each move just the last. Pack up your clothes; Pack up your shoes. Pack up your books;
Dear Father, Thank you for being my fatherBecause fathers should provide They should hold your hand and want to danceAnd be present in your life
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
Your artistic views and intelligence would render... a part of me that made you more than a class member Hall way confrontation was slightly embarrassing
I’m so confused I don’t know which path is right. Should I stay mad or feel glad I don’t understand my emotions. There scrambled, and broken.
You stitched, Cross-hatched my broken heart, Repaired it with yours. You sacrificed it and, Stitched it in. Bonded together,
There's no other to way to say this, Should I act it out? No. I love you. Why? It's because There are no words that can describe your beauty. It's because
The world is surrounded by noises but one catches my attention Words, some are empty some are full Words, people just love to give you an earful Words, sometimes they hurt sometimes they empower
Once upon a time There was no prince. Once upon a time There was no castle. Once upon a time There was no happily ever after.
Her eyes dance across the sheet, She struggles to catch it as it reaps, It says the things she wouldn't dare, And she turns it into notes floating in the air.
Sitting on the floor,Our hands interlocked, pulling,My eyes watering, The anger in his eyes,The suffering, the madness,The gun between us.
Rocking in azure blue, Fluorescent lights all around, Rockets flying; left and right, lawyers sue,
Who deserves the respect out of hand, I wonder… The Youth, in an unknown world with few tools,
[(I was 15 at the time I wrote this.)] Because I'm not like you, you fear me, you hate me, you torture me. I refuse to be like you. I fear you, I hate you, I run from you.
once upon a time... when the moon hung high the clock struck twelve, and the young prince fell. His thoughts were hazed, she was one to amaze. Her feet glided around, never really touching the ground.
It's late and you are smiling Your eyes sparkle with mischief. It's late and you are laughing A smile flickers across your face and your eyes meet mine. My brain is foggy with sleep,
She knew that loving him would be disastrous, but she was already a disaster. She knew that by holding onto his hand meant that she could be left all alone, reaching out for a hand that was never meant to touch hers.
There she sat In the heat of the day, Brushing her hair, And singing away. Rapunzel had no friends, She had no lovers.
Same sights, Same classes, Same people, Just the same regular shit, Everything is expected, Everyone is expected, Try to do something different somebody judges you,
There are red rose petals on the bed. But they do not symbolize romance. They symbolize the blood that runs Through my veins. They have been singled out and ostracized,
Change is inevitable Change the inevitable Life is a repeating bell curve Ups and downs on a massive scale And America is on the down turn - Unemployment: 4.5%
She sits in her room everyday, Making plans and hoping. She sits in her room as the seasons start to change... Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall, Fall to Winter... On and on,
Instagram, Facebook, That is all it took, Took to lead these teens Out into the streets To live what they'd seen On some little screen.
Never have i thought I would find love. I swear you were sent from up above. My expectations for finding love were very low. But finding you has change that.
I saw you Don't pretend like you didn't notice We made eye contact You swallowed I watched your Adam's apple rise and fall As nervousness formed pools over your pupils
4 smiles to be seen is 2 know its not a dream, in their hearts n minds, innocent mild n wild, you I we being the VIPees, standing like giants, kings, queens, pierces n awakens the inner heart instantly,
Have you ever wondered what happens to you when you die? Where do we go? Do we begin to fly? Some say the world glows, some say you lose all your clothes
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,
17 years. I had been asleep for 17 years. Lost in a world of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, I forgot that i was a teenage girl, almost out of high school, with no "teenage girl in high school" experiences.
Listen I loved you, I love you. The light in your eyes seemed to fill my empty space. You were there for everything. You were my everything. I tried to be strong and say you could leave.
I told him i told him to let go but not forget He never had to forget her i told him he must understand she is lighting to him
This is the evolution of our generation: Documentation of instant gratification, Social media exploitation, Gender roles and misrepresentation.
we were happy once back when we were but children, giggling at the minute moments innocent, but ignorant. not yet accustomed to the term depression
I can make a true song about me myself The Seafarer This tale is true and mine,
My Responsibility to America is to abide by her laws. My Responsibility to America is to take care of her elders. My Responsibility to America is to choose her leaders.
The city lives there on the sidewalks of West Rogers Park Chicago. I can hear its rhythm
We run to the Lies that tell us Everything’s gonna be alright If we use them And that sounds stupid But us teenagers
Did you know that child and teen suicide rates are at an all time high, right now? That suicide is the 2nd most popular cause of death for 13-17 year old boys and girls?
Across the stars, a name is written, As any fraud oracle could’ve predicted, All have become love struck fools, completely smitten.
5 years old, little blue dress, with a heart of gold, and nothing less. She grew older, little blue dress gone, be prettier he told her, the challange she would take on.
If I were lost in the middle of the sea and I don´t have time to plan my trip. There is only one thing that I would like,
I cant live without my IPhone.
Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore, We are neck deep in denialshouting from our lungs,We are starving head cases.We are two am phone calls to our mothersaying, Mom, I messed up.
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
Tell me I am nothing That's what everyone else does Tell me that I am crazy for falling in love! Call me insane, because that is how I feel being in love when the love is less than real
The children are dyingand their mothers are crying.The kid took a bullet through his headright over his bed becausehe dreaded waking upto go to school in the morning.The teachers are scorning the kids
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
Dark clouds do not creep up at night, Instead graze our minds when the sun does shine And the thoughts impale us with softened blades, Though our smile rivals the daylight, If pried and smeared away with time,
Who am I they ask? Well, I'm a teenager I wake up; go to school; come back; do homework and repeat My parents think I'm rebelious sometimes And I spent too much time on the internet
One day I saw a person on the ground and no one stopped to help They walked around and over and past them, Down the street and around the corner until they were gone And this person just sat there crying and bleeding,
I feel exhaustion. I feel broken I feel lost and im still hoping That I can get out of this whole Im in Filling to the brim with water within Im trapped Im crying out and no one can see
Let my fly away like a dove Let me fly over the buildings and landscapes in the city Let me fly away I want to fly early in the morning when the sun is awaking I want to breeze through the clouds and settle
He laid her in bed and swept up her legs, pulling her into his clutch.
Exams What can I tell you that you don't already know? They suck out you soul as you study They take your comprehnsion as you re-learn We teenagers may gripe and complain but....
The minds of this generation Are twistedBullying and tormentingWarp the brain Thought processes Become muddyParanoia settles inThe walls creep closerAdolescents get nervous
No, I don’t know I don’t know if I did “good” on the test. I don’t know if the teacher liked my essay. I don’t know what my grades are. I don’t know why I’m sad all the time.
The tune in our ears Some that are our fears On the radio and live We enjoy to jive It keeps us in tact The conglomeration To listen and do some meditation We are surrounded by it often
Do we ever feel alone? yes. Do we ever feel forgotten? yes. Have we ever gotten help? no. Have your friends ever offered help? yes, but I think I don't need it.
The phone rings again.
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
Nothings getting through And right on cue, Frustration, dissapointment rise And so my eyes find the skies. Same pattern, no changes
As teenagers we believe it’s our obligation, To lose ourselves in dedication For a person who is still growing up, just like us And we call this “Love”.
Storm clouds drift asunder Sanction the golden sun Silence raging thunder, See smiles and to them run. Inspiration hides Where greatness resides And is overlooked We’re all overbooked
FLASH. Sticks and stones may Break your bones, But my words will surely Hurt you. FLASH.
If there's one phrase that's hard to say, If there's something we don't want to think about each passing day If there's something that would make some of us want to cry,
The camera can show so much, but not enough. A filter can change your preception, and give you the wrong attention. The way we perceive ourselves, is different from everyone else.
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!
Wishing upon peace, hoping no one sees me, Taking a deep breath, hoping no one hears me, Walking through school campus vastly, having fear of being stopped, Smiling, but speaking no words,
Life is our ball
The only way, it seems,
BEEP! The alarm goes off You wake up You get ready You go to school You come home You go to sleep And the cycle starts over
Fakebook. Instastab in the heart. Subtweeter. Real babies, Not dolls. Drinking beer, Not juice. YOLO, swaggin' Getting turnt up. This generation
When do we become grown-ups? Is it when we can go down big waterslides alone Or when we can do a thousand sit-ups? Is it when we start driving Or when we stop making stupid slip-ups?
Get Lost "Get lost! You ignorant teens!"
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown
I'm constantly thinking
When you told me To grow up, I thought you meant, "Kill your heart." And so I did. Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated. Cussed. Spit. Hated. (Are you proud of me?)
The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not? We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
How old am I? How old do I literally have to be to get you off of me? You teach me to stand up for what I believe in,
Sometimes what I think about isn't too profound. Other times I can't sleep for hours because my brain will not shut down.
I know you bouta sleep or are sleep , i just wanna say sorry. Im sorry for letting my anger get into me and push you away. Im sorry that i cant be positive and always let negativity get to me.
A violent alcoholic once told me “knowledge is power.”
We were just kidsWith spit and secrets to swap
I am tired of this façade Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity. Girls shouldn't feel the need to starve themselves for beauty and serenity.
Society Says this! Society says that!
Infants, toddlers, new-borns *Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!* BABIES. They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
I had my heart set for anywhere but here. Take me from the darkness of before. When I thought I was the last one standing you were there.
They say I don't do enough
We as blacks Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies are a curse to our soul We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
There is a time when morning, afternoon, evening, and night all blur together into what feels like a short six hours. It is when hours feel like munutes and years feel only as long as a few months.
I want boys, ones who will touch me,
This is my apology to society Why am I apologizing?because society is not proud of me I'm sorry for not having porcelain skin and long straight hair I'm sorry about all the size two clothing I am not able to wear
Silence This isn’t how we should be. But we’ve decided that's how it will be.
Rosy were of her lavish cheeks, What a shadow the flourescent moonlight leaves Complimented by the icy crystals traveling down in trails towards her heart It's a wonder how such chaotic strife can be such beautiful art
The way he held me made me realize That perhaps I was capable of feeling something like love. Not the sappy, uniformed kind; some raw, passionate almost illegal sort of love. When he looked at me,
We are no different than you, We see things the same, We walk, talk, and breathe like you do, So why treat us different We are younger than you, But that doesn't mean we're kids,
Hoping that time can be bought for me if I beg enough If I beg enough can I leave now? Can I go into my black corner and curl up against the wall? If I beg hard enough, will I rise above the rushing waves?
But what of me, standing in the corner, Hidden in the shadow. Placed there unwilling, Listening to the conversation flow. Never do I ever want to hear another word
If I could say anything about it
Everybody says, “Life isn’t fair.” Governor Quinn & other politians, shout, “We should all go to school, go to college!”
She looks up at the clouded sun For the thousandth time today Feels the worlds ambience around her
Welcome, to the world in which we live. Every one of us is looked down upon, Antagonized, Rendered as a menace to society.
I would change the mind obsessed with pretty colors and popular dress When she was a baby her mother dressed her in the best she could afford She would sit in bows and laces
I didn’t fall in love I saw him and I fell on my face Arse over tit, head over heels Tumbling over my handlebars and headlong into something that I didn’t understand but that he did I did not fall in love
i loved you in the curve of your upper lip budding laugh lines at the edge of your eyes. i loved you in the swell of your lower lip against my own and in the stories the pads of
Feburary 27, 2012 a Facebook message notification It read "HBD". She didn't know who it was so she just replied with a thank you and went away. Little did she know that was her first encounter with her first love.
She sits on a train, trapped, without power, Reaching speeds of one hundred miles an hour. Her future a dream, destination untold, All she knows is she’s stuck, there, on that road.
What will people think about you when you die? What did you contribute Besides snarky comments and online sighs? You were so tough on facebook Your comments on instagram really stung
Why do all girls seem to think they're ugly? Overweight? Not good enough? Even the girls who are the "populars," and seem like they have it all together - they might not. Teenage girls are worried about their looks and how people view them.
Left Right, Left Right That's all I hear The constant drone Of boots marching Endlessly in the Cold dark night My minds starts to slip I try to think of family, friends
They were both nervous
We, the "Responsible Young Adults,"
Tell me the difference between Being in love with someoneAnd being in love with the idea of love. Well, I'll tell you.
A love I once honed Is now a memory long forgotten; With how quick I lost it, Or even rid of it- Was it lust instead? Cradled in my plams Had been a lingering hope That the past would reverse
My generation thinks there must be some way To remove all inequality, so we all are the same We aren’t close minded, As we constantly are reminded
Everyday I see you and everyday you look at me Everyday we talk we argue and laugh together Everyday i bump you and everyday you bump me Yet it feels at though you have never seen me
He flies, they always catch him. He flies, why did they fail? He flies, now alone. He lands, they lie at his feet as the rain falls. He rises again soaring the skies, the robin of his mother's dreams.
What did we do? How did the judge rule? How did we wind up here? How did I end up in a prison called School? What crime did I commit? Honestly, to wind up in a place like this;
The planting of a blossom On desert’s sand does bloom After rain’s sparse fall And the sun’s scorching rays But the worth of this is small Compared to other things
I thought that I was normalThe average teenagerWho stressed about the futureThat loomed on my horizonAnd watched Pixar moviesAnd had nerf gun warsBecause adulthood was waitingTo snatch my childhood up
I am not Perfect I know for sure. I have my defects as well as yours , I may laugh too much or cry a lot. I can be mean, and times do come. I get annoying
Let me be me I am just a girl let me be me one day I wanna rule the world My parents never get me; it seems I am never heard let me be me I always scream and say
crumbling inward, like the guilt eroding my body, it dies. darkening, becoming weaker, my body thins out. all hope is gone. this is the end. light, dulling slowly.
I watch from the shadowsas you engulf her in your love-Your hands creeping up her sides,over her back and faceYour lips sharing words, feelings,affections, through hers I’m crushed
Silent, still, just like a rose her beauty in repose. Who would know? Is it those, that mock her? Or even those that pull her thorns? My, have you earned her scorn. Pity, she will never love you.
I'm on a thin sheet of ice. Either way I step I will have to pay the price. Contradicting ideas toy with my heart and mind, Ideas where not even sanity can unbind. Unbind my confusion of what to do
I would give you the moon on a spoon. The ocean in an oyster, the galaxy in a nutshell. Then let the stars align in the cracks of its openings. and let it seep through your melanon, touch deeply into the
"That's my child!" She's yelling at me as if i don't know how he got into this world. I'm not dumb. I'm just a kid, and your yelling won't make me grow up any faster. I'm actually afraid
Oh. Thick girls? They are better than Big girls. Big girls are like big. Thick Girls are just better Said everyone. Big girl Big girl No loves you they said, lose weight they tell me
Molding the clay. Designing the report. Inserting the injection. Many things can not be studied.
Brainwash the children of the nation with songs by Drake omg becky look at her butt you only live once dripping with misogyny stupid sayings strangle our minds into believing
I believe that teens fall in love You think we’re crazy but I really think we do. I think we’re not crazy But we have a lot of love anyways And sometimes you’re going to notice a sparkle
I never thought that I could feel this way I never really searched for this feeling - None worthy to share it with anyway But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
They say young love doesn't last long. I'm hoping we can prove them wrong. Let's take it back to when we first met. You was posted up looking at the basketball net. The first thing I notice was your eyes.
Day after day, I feel that nothing will change Like the tide that draws in Or the waves that crash onto the shore, Only to return to the sea where they belong, That is how I feel life has become.
The sun was shining on the bus window I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show I had no idea what they were going to say ...
She is at an awful age of youth and exhaustion of revelry and caution. They say "Your whole life is ahead." But weigh her future on the decisions of today How can she discover herself when
Is it truly possible To feel old, torn, and worn out At the age of 17? Feeling as if life is an ocean And you’re swimming, trying desperately. Trying to keep your head above the water
I'll push my heart into hiding. Let it be smothered and suffocated, until it becomes a pearl. The only thing that's shining in the hollow remains of a girl. Being numb felt much better than I could've imagined.
Doesnt matter if you get a head start. The world's biggest dumbass was, at one point, smart. Look back at what you were. Now you're confused by your very own words. A slip up made you fall down. Can't climb back up. Sit there and drown.
The bell rings. The anouncements come on. THAT has been our morning every day of the school year, for the past 3 years. Now we're seniors, and I still see this sad, sad routine.
they criticize at me. saying I am lazy and don't deserve to have a second chance. "you should have done the work I assigned" but they're not there for when the fights get too much
My childhood was filled with simple joys, raindrops dancing on summer-scented skin and soaking my downy head to the scalp, belly laughs for so long they hurt
I told them we would last and they laughed. So I told a lie and said that we were just teenagers and that I was expecting us to end up breaking us soon. And they told me I was mature for my age.
The first love poem Inscribed on a clay tablet By Sumerians Does not speak of Candy hearts or kisses or Perfumed nothings That make your heart beat and your Cheeks flush hotly red.
My version of entertainment is not watching a family fight. It is not watching a man's life fall apart. It is not watching a girl flip over a table Not is it watching a girl get punched in the face.
It won’t take that long To tell you what I have to say But I just want you to know I love you each and every day. No need to repeat it That’s something you already know
I'm in a situation, Contemplating on my generation's procrastination, Young girls who are infatuated with cosmetic creations, Making decorations out of their bodies, Living in an inflation of relations,
Why you? The one i adore. Why you? The one with a high score. Why you? Who seem so real. Why you? The one whos skin always peel. Why you? Who makes my blood boil. Why you? Who's mind is soiled. Why you? Who sweeps my mind. Why you?
As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in Fall Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days will cause the season to last forever.
It's all about phases we humans go passed The way we want to find ourselves To define who we are As being the first to go The oldest in my family I set the path my two sisters are destined to follow
Upside Down Oh someone turn them right side up I think they’re pining after a dream with no luck ‘Cause maturity will find them Freed but still chained. Dry it still rains
Smile. Laugh. Nod. Impersonate a goddess. Your smile is fake. Your laugh is fake. Everything is fake, fake, fake. You’re not happy. You settled for less.
Look at these teens as cute as can be The Jock, The Princess, and the Brain all three set the lead perfect little lives With their perfect little friends In their perfect little house just ‘round the bend.
(poems go here) Laying on your chest, Playing in your hair. With you I am at my best. But I would never dare speak—I would never dare say, The three words that keep—Reoccurring in my head.
when we're in the mood when we're in this place when the temperature rises and our hearts start to race and in between heavy breathing accompanied by low moans
He's worried that she might not smile everyday He's worried he'll miss her too much when he goes away He's worried that she won't laugh at his dumb joke He's so worried so much....dam he might choke
For all the heartbroken teenage poets whose hearts are filled with unspoken rhymes, for the lovelorn adolescent authors whose beloved words are spoken out of time,
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile. They have nothing to contribute to society. Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
Once a little girl Full of life Nothing brought me down I was always happy Not a care in the world About the tragedies of life I didn't even know they existed At least they didn't in mine
The prisoners treated life as game Yet, surprised to be locked in rusty cells There's nobody except themselves to blame Harshly punished if anyone rebels
We were convinced our paths were written in the stars And promised we'd never be apart To only realize none was as different as ours So we parted ways with all too broken hearts
She was never the type to fall in love Rather fall into bed "Having a good time" was one of her mottos Got what she wanted then fled Hell no she didn’t want no ring on her finger
It's a sad sick world we're living in Love is a word thrown around carelessly And here is where the story begins
The Beatles once said, you need to change your mind instead Rather than revolution, changing the institution, rewriting the constitution. But I’ve made up my mind, And I don’t have any more time
It was incredible. I couldn’t believe what I had discovered after all these years, I had finally looked into his eyes and realized their hazel color.
The Bell Rings The bell rings We take our seats And care not for beings Who we can beat
As we lay on the soft, dew-wet grass, staring into the night sky as Colors boom and bang around us, as we sit perfectly still, So perfect, so quiet, yet peaceful. Two young souls lost in the ashes of the fireworks.
To My Sweetheart: In seventh grade we met Nearly eight years ago And yet we are still together Like the mountains and the snow We do not fight, we only love And love to be with one another
We live in the land of the privileged. But our humanity has been lost. We have so much power, but that power comes with a cost.
Tell me again that you love me, But mean it. Don’t just say it because I did, Or because you think it’s what I want to hear. If you tell me you love me, Make sure you really feel it,
Childhood. The daring, the bold, the careless. The excited, the happy, the shameless. The loving, the laughing, the faithfulness. Childhood ends, but life is timeless.
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
(poems go here) We’ve got our load music blaring. The knees in our jeans are tearing. Causing scenes just to get people staring. Walking around like we own this town, Making adults grimace and frown.
How To Be Cool At High School (colon): a list that might be more appropriately entitled “How To Survive At High School”. One: Listen to rap music. Two: Like red meat, and also like football –
When we met you said you were dangerous, A word like licking knife blades, razor sharp; Dancing in silk slippers on an icy-slick roof-edge. You said it to sound dark and brooding, A walk on the wrong side of the tracks.
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
If thy lovest long And thine love be pure Hate and love be twine Love is strange, rest be ‘sured Thus love maketh the blind
Yesterday, today, the same I’m too cowardly to speak your name I’ve never feared rejection like this I’ve never been afraid to shoot and miss Maybe… with you, there is too much at stake-
This is for those who wish on shooting stars behind closed doors, Whispering their hopes and dreams underneath their shaky breath, Hoping the school-yard bully doesn’t make his daily rounds to your lunch table,
So young and bold, we are too proud to admit that we care-- Yet, we still have no care in our world. We are the gold miners of the Earth. Digging in the dust and in ourselves,