Teens
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News of a breakup spreads around as one of the victims cry
Another person with the same pain manages to keep it all inside
One person dramatically complains that they're life is ending
To come or not to come
Semester by semester
Course by course
He could have been there
Where is love
Slowly passions were swept
Longing for the American Dream
Graduating with close friends
These moments,
These people,
These years.
We thought it would last a lifetime,
Our friendships would never break,
And our love would never disappear.
We'd never know what betrayal is.
i feel so young
yet so awfully old all at once
i need life to slow down for me
because i can't decide who i am
or where i want to be
or what's going to come of all of this
Changes sweep through my fog .
Their light so bright .
It only reflects into the ethereal distance.
If the world would only use the dimmer switch.
Please turn in the low beams!!!
High school good days,
snickering in the hall ways,
Laughing in the locker room,
Bathing in perfume,
Running late to class,
Just bothering enough to pass,
Now on to college days,
We grow up thinking,
That Everyone can be
Considered Beautiful.
That they are,
with a matter of fact,
Beautiful.
Ignore the imperfections,
They are what
Makes you perfect.
One moment
That was all it took
For the realization to settle
That I would never be a child
anymore
It happened in the bathroom
In front of the mirror
When I couldn't see myself
They don’t realize it
But they do
They are expected to know everything
They are expected to be perfected
By imperfect people
As I write this,tears form inside my eyes
my heart achesI'm in painyet I'm numb
It’s the devil in DISGUISE,
When you look into its eyes,
You become mesmerized.
An eater of souls and a dark cloud above,
At one point you thought it was LOVE.
You’d give up your LIFE just to have a TASTE.
Young scars of blood can't be seen by our makers;
They're invisible to the naked eye
Though, it's expected for them to know it and see it.
Every invention has it's own manual made by it's producers
Wishing on shooting stars
won't get you
what you
want.
Holding onto old memories
won't change people
from the
past.
Pretending to be someone
you're not won't
get you
Dear teens,
What makes someone a bad person ?
Is it the things we say,
The things we post,
How we look,
Or the things we know,
dear elizabeth,
how are you? i hope you're doing well
i, however, am ready to raise hell
i'll spare you the details, but i think you should know
that things are really fucked up
and its starting to show
You were the boy I have always wanted.
At least I thought you were.
But you did not want the same as me.
Or maybe at some point you did, but realized I just wasn’t the one for you.
some teens dont have
multiple game consoles and mobile devices
some teens dont have
enough clothes to wear a different outift everyday
some teens dont have
bucketfuls of art supplies
Love is pain
Love is kind
Love is honestly a waste of time
there's no true love's kiss
or a frog turned prince
because love is absent in today's kids
Love is hurt
Love is cries
We are freespirited.
Kind.
Compassionate.
Hopeful.
Loving.
But we are hurt.
Tired of hearing about the do's and do not's.
The can's and can not's.
Early in the morning, from my bed i jump
My heart with fresh new blood i feel pump.
Like an athlete I sprint into my bathroom
Clean myself and return to the bedroom.
What exactly is this feeling called love
Preachers preach of it, singers sing of it.
Why do singers liken it to a beautiful dove?
Or why do preachers liken it to God’s spirit?
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.
Dear 17 year old girl with a 5 year old heart staring back at me in the mirror:
You are growing up so fast.
Yesterday, you swung rung from rung on the monkey bars.
You painted portraits with your words at show and tell.
People wonder
Why it is teens
Are so suicidal here
Is it because
They are confused
They are being forced
Into a shell
They are basically invisible
To the eye of society
[(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.
Welcome to the life of a teenager
It is at this time
The most critical time in your life
That everything that you see
That you are
And that you hear
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.
Your sun sets as mine rises.
My mind thrashes as yours serenes.
Oh, what a beautiful tragedy it is.
For a girl to love a guy who has forgotten.
Somehow
Time flew by
And it's only two more months
Before I close this chapter
And begin the next.
An eager goodbye to most
But forced and choked out for some
As I scroll through my feed
On Facebook, Twitter, Insta
All I see is the chaos
The crimes committed
The idols worshipped
The relationships ruined
We hit the like button
Before I get into it
I'd just like to say
I don't mean to offend
Anyone, anyway.
You were in my life before I even knew,
A boy who sat quietly two seats away.
With your glasses and your sweet little smirk,
You took my world by the reigns.
A pure smile and delightful tone,
It’s always been terrifying to me…
What could possibly lie underneath the serene rapids of the Gulf of Napoli
Normally a peaceful town my family originated from.
we stare at the television screen like fire as the five
eyed monster eats the rat girl in one loud crunch.
to my right he laughs, face stretched, eyes shut. to
my left she flinches like she can feel the teeth, like
I walk 15 minutes to find you when I'm sad.Though it's very rare I find myself feeling this bad.In cold weather, I'll find you, while I'm jacket-clad.If I find you taken by another, I'm rather mad.
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?
As kids,We chose the penniesOver the dimes.We associated size with value. We didn't know that dimes are worth ten times as pennies. We thoughtIt's bigger It's worth more.As kids,
Who's warm bosom is arrowed by cupidShouldst hark now to honest counsels my minddiscourses; love's like to unexpectedWhom thou think of least, hearts’ like to c
Black is not a type of character trait
I'm tired of our nationality being raped
Constantly we are mistaken by our identity
Yeah she's black
She's always walking around with a head full of naps
Every beginning has an end
and every enemy was once a friend
deception the act of making someone believe something that is not true
the act of deceiving someone
He made everything better
I don’t know how he did it and I don’t think he did either
He could help me through anything
This was a visual poem that I had worked on about a year ago as a class project.
The poem is about the overall feeling of being alone that may come with moving onto new things or new places.
First came love like a roaring fire,
Burning intensely with flames only getting higher.
The roses were bought out of a love so deep.
I stayed up all night missing precious sleep.
Stolen from your very soul.
Never knowing the truth.
Deceived for so long.
Reality disappears.
Memories following your forever.
Never feeling a purpose.
Doubting your every move.
Late night conversations make you learn a lot about the people you thought you knew,
with liquor savored on our lips, and the night sky above, everything seemed infinite.
35.1 percent of highschoolers use marijuana before they graduate
And parents wonder why there is so much developing hate
in a world where tiny cartoons on our screens
show more emotion than the average teen
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 hate the silence
it is one of the scariest times
because it causes me to be vulnerable
A kind of vulnerable when I have no choice but to be real with myself
I cannot stand still.
I could not stop if I peased to.
I'm busy, busy, busy. A little happy bee.
Musical. Soccer. Canoeing. Scouts. Chior.
Texting, facebook, instagram, snaps. Gee, no time free?
Senior Year
17 and 18 year old punk kids
Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years
We were told we were so smart
I’m not one of those teens.
You know, the social media starlets
Who are the epitomes of “perfection.”
The ones who post Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, whatever,
Hashtag selfie, hashtag fleek, and hashtag teen life
Notes on a page.
I have become
The inks and papers.
I am the notes the teachers explain,
Copied down in frantic scribbles
Nearly illegible,
Vaguely understood,
One early morning on the court
There were five teens
Who could not agree on a sport
One wanted tennis
So he brought his racket
But the others were being such a menace
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a
book
the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never
to desire to learn something
they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
The ones who always ask for a vacation.
Is just a bunch of teens.
In the middle of this crazy segregation.
That we've been trying to avoid by all means.
We're all in the middle of this war.
It's not a special book,
like the ones you see on TV,
but it's mine and it means a lot to me.
It doesn't have sparkles on the cover,
like the ones the pretty girls have,
School...ugh.
Means getting up early.
Studying a lot.
Doing homework until I have a headache.
Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.
I knew that when the going gets tough most of the tough gets going
you see they're robbin' us
leavin' us with broken promises
lying to U.S. open your eyes they're not trying to liven us
it's so unjust
What a nut
What a crazy girl
She’s lost her mind
She is lost
She has no guide
Her pain suffers
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.
In my old best friend's bedroom
drunk and stoned out of my head
I keep lighting myself on fire
again and again in her bed.
Every time, it burns
and every time, I scream
but once it's out, I light it again
I am the fake smile on my face.
I am the loud girl in the class.
I am the wall between my parents lies
I am the fake smile on my face.
I am the sun that shines everyday for everyone else.
10:56pm
Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown.
its 10:56 and im numb.
not too long ago i got my phone taken away,
and just let me something about that.
Why? Why me Lord? I always asked that same questions,
nothing more nothing less. I have a confession.
I am not happy.
I am not, was not happy with myself and was not happy with my life.
Assigned to a table to be quietly seated
Attempting to, for a slight moment, be an ordinary, tranquil student
His face concentrated on the slim technology placed in front of him
mommy, you're broken.
i hear you at night
your bottles are clinking
it fills me with fright.
mommy, were broken,
this family i think
the yelling seems constant
we continue to sink
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,
t's 6:00a.m on the morning,
For a day that's prolonged, aggravating and boring,
You're tired, and exhausted,
These are the years of our lives that are the most awkward and stressful,
Painkiller. You come to me in so many ways, so many daze. I laud you as seconal, alcohol, phenobarbitol, mary jane and more.
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,
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.
Emo girl, gauged ears like sink plugs
Bracelets hiding both arms, like a secret.
Vibrant hair, changes like a chameleon.
Proud fashion adaptive and social maverick.
Congratulations.
Fakebook.
Instastab in the heart.
Subtweeter.
Real babies,
Not dolls.
Drinking beer,
Not juice.
YOLO, swaggin'
Getting turnt up.
This generation
Reckless teenswith waking nightmares.Destructive fiendsof incoherent time fares.
Your memories,of all defeats.Scattered,between racing heartbeats.
Life hasn't been seen
At the age of sixteen.
Yet decisions must be made
Before the choices can be weighed.
Red, Blue, Green and PinkV- necks, halters, tanks and spagetti strapsBootcuts, skinnies, jeggings, and skirtsFabrics and different shades one after another,
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
No one undestands what it means
To be alone
To be ignored
To eat your lunch in the library
Hidden behind stacks of books
So no one can see your shame
To look at your feet when you walk
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.
Living like a bruh
Tiptoein in my Jordans
Got swag for days bruh
But seriously, let's jump into reality
In the world everyone is confused
About looks, attitude, and sexuality
Oh no, I have nothing to hide.
Never in my life have I tried.
I have always been happy!
I will never be sappy.
Not that my parents bother me,
Nor is it ever a biggie.
All that matters is your glee;
“Still” by, GiGi Spata
Captured, trapped, broken
A mangled mouse in a trap
Like a beautiful bird in a cage
A precious puppy in a pound
Approximately 177 days left.
Only 177 days left to be a kid.
Only 177 days left to have all of the quintessential teen experiences.
ONLY 177 DAYS.
Should I be scared? Because I am.
My life is a book composed of many different chapters.
The lines I write within each one determines what comes after.
My book began before my birth. God formed me by his Plan.
You came to settle in my brain
which feels like so long ago.
You were quick to cause confusion and pain
and suddenly became the foe.
Every morning I'd wake up
with my self esteem in the gutter.
There's a girl with a nice shape,
long hair and a small waist;
living in today's society your only considered beautiful if you're under an size eight.
I’m sitting in the waiting room with daddy and I’m filling out the formsEach minute that passes by my hearts being tornMaybe it’s not to late I could just walk away and never come back
As an infant, one clings to and relies on another who is greater than they. Whether it be their biological mother or their biological father. Whether it be a family friend or a grandparent.
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
Put down your pencil,
And pay attention to your class,
Not everyone is like you,
They’re all just trying to pass,
You make think that they care,
But they’re all laughing in their reclining chair,
She exploits her body to the opposite sex
Or the same sex
It doesn't matter right
As long as she gets her pay check
Because at the end of the night
Her pockets are full
$500 in tips
The pretty girl who everyone wants
they admire you for your smarts
respect all your wishes
all the boys wanted to call you theirs
and one day, a boy was able to
you thought you loved him
Life's a party,
One you can never leave.
So live it up,
break it down,
and never regret anything you do.
Because in the end,
it makes you who you are.
With the weight of 12 worlds on your shoulers
the years of adolesence take a tole on your mind
the same years that your parents spend theirs reminiscing in
are the same that you enter this competition for a better life
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 speak of this place like it’s tangible
Like it’s the second layer of hell
A ridiculous concept
But resonate of the truth
Seeing you
In my dreams you are sown.
Features like him
Yet details are still dim
Blue will be everywhere
Anything you need we will give you
Along with unlimited love and care
Fighting the urge
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
Why is it so easy to steal a girls love and reputation in one swift movement?
When a young girl loves too easily
She is rejected, cast out by those around her.
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.
"You're too close," I told him.
"You're so close, I hear you breathe, I see your fears, I hear your heart.
Silence.
It surrounded me like a thick blanket,
a false illusion of security as I walked
across Fulton and through the market.
My flats tapped the ground, giving off no sound,
Ice cold veins, her heart is what controls it.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the only one who’s frozen.
Goodmorning darlin'
Sing me the story of our lives.
Look at me again the way that you did
When our eyes were new.
Let yourself go with me again
With that dazed wonder of new love.
I don’t know much about youAll I know is that kindness radiates from your heartYour eyes hold secrets I want to unlockBlack eyes of a jaguarFull of ambition, benignYour lips speak tongues
I have feelings for you
Your the one I'll always love.
It's just one think
You'll never fee the same about me.
If I ran away would you come after me?
If I died, would you shed a tear
Wild and Reckless,
thank you so much
as you reflect
on all of us.
Wild and Reckless,
we appreciate this.
We will never forget
the bad name you gave us.
Welcome to my world!
Would you like to meet my friends?
They're on my left wrist,
and they're scabby and red.
Do oyu know who introduced me to them?
How we got to meet?
My ****** should know,
it's like a battle feild out here
stray bullets everywhere
but its like there all aimed at me
i dont understand why
the silly thing about it is
they expect me to fall
they want me to give up
Hello teachers, principals, and staff,
This is our time, our mind, our thoughts,
Now step back.
Sit down, pay attention, focus
President Ronald Reagan looks straight ahead
and says, Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.
And 29 months later,
the sledgehammers pound.
Rock chips.
Concrete cracks.
My parents will never understand.
The part of my direction,
they will not seek for attention, in me.
Every single time I have something to say
they turn it around!
Stop
Take a second look at me
What do you see?
Is it obvious to the naked I who I am?
Maybe?
No
Pay close attention
What am I wearing?
Trendy right?
What's in my hand?
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
I am not allowed to speak
to have a conflicting thought
Comform must I
because I am a child in your eyes
Yes, I know nothing of life
I am no fool
but instead of learning
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.
We all live contrasting ways.
We alter our ego’s mask in order to
fulfill what we think others want to see.
We all forget what’s most important to tightly grasp;
Growing up the saying "you only live once" meant to take life seriously.
It meant that we needed to make the most of this life,
Do things that will make us happy.
And feel accomplished so that we can leave a legacy behind.
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
As a little girl, I shivered in my sleep. Wake up to the morning sun and then I weep. What is stability? To be able, to be free. To never want, ask, or need. A man, a woman, a child might equal a happy home.
I'm so sick of it when people
put you down.
Who do you think you are
? Stop it right now!
The voices I heard in my head are so loud, discombobulated, overbearing,
That it makes me wonder how you can be so sure about what the hell you are talking about!
You stand up there, teaching us this crap
How will it apply and when will I use that
can’t I pick my own classes? Go to class when I want
Whys the government control us, I wish I could change that
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
Seed sower
You have sown the seed of the tree that is me
Breathed life into lungs and patient limb construction
I know my leaves rustle careful and free
Because you are the sower of the tree that is me
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
We drank to fade awayuntil it worked.When the morning light painted the bodiesthat we were still trapped in,we fell asleep;too exhausted to carethat we still existed.
I think it’s so fucked up how someone could just tear you apart like you never meant anything to them
To put them into misery with the simplest of a silent response
To ignore the words that they aren’t saying
When in school
they say we should learn everything that is possible
they don't see the obstacles
Want
By: Kamaria Campbell
Big, beautiful, warm, and wet from his tongue
Slowly gliding along the surface leaving behind a trail of saliva
I want to be kissed!
But not just kissed...
I want to be kissed because I’m me!
Not just because I’m some girl.
I don’t want to have to think
And think and think and rethink
Too young to be in love
Is it really love or just lust?
Let's spread our wings as if we're dove
Can you promise to keep my trust?
Do you believe that love really exists?
You stare at your reflection,
Sighing at your imperfect complexion.
Your now “okay” haircut that’s past the trend,
And your pouty face you try to defend.
There's no point in being someone that you aren't. The act will be obvious and off-putting. Besides, what are you gonna do if he wants the fake you?
to cease to desist
to stop the crimes
to help the fighting youth
to unveil the bride Truth and stop her point from becoming moot
that
is
our
calling
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.
Poetry is a language
spoken by many,
Though only some choose to be
eloquent writters.
I write to illuminate my world.
I write to open my eyes,
to uncover everything in diguise.
This one is for the christians
Love is not morals
Morals are not created by God
They are created by the MIND
God asks us only to be loving and kind to others
Be there
Teens need YOUR love
This one is for the christians
Love is not morals
Morals are not created by God
They are created by the MIND
God asks us only to be loving and kind to others
Be there
Teens need YOUR love
A virgin innocence beams under the spot light, shushed as the speakers buzz. A flurry of question bury the noise and a voice rises above. A blanket of awe wraps itself around the shiny toy.
A virgin innocence beams under the spot light, shushed as the speakers buzz. A flurry of question bury the noise and a voice rises above. A blanket of awe wraps itself around the shiny toy.
What ever happened to the innocent hellos? And the guys mesmerized by a girls eyes.. The days where you had to ask a dad for a date..and he decides yes or no.. And a first kiss meant everything..
As a teenager, time and time again, I am asked the question, "want a drink?" My response to the request always catches the others by surprise. Do I want a drink? To me, this question is so much more.
It was so sudden, so crazy at first.
I was too insane to think.
I just did it, who wouldn’t?
I just had to connect to the link.
My mind started spinning,
My stomach started reeling,
I like to partake in a small laugh at your name.
Because ironically enough your name sound much like the what birds do.
With wingspans they glide through the air
Weightless
Worlds grow,
Budding behind unfiltered eyes,
Breaking from tradition.
Christened creativity,
In actuality,
Unrealized forms of magic.
The potential,
A blanket of comfort
hanging in the closet.
my body longs
for the warmth it brings
morning after morning.
Ordinary in every way,
torn in all the right places.
I slip it over my head
When I got home from camp today,
My parents almost died.
They asked me how I got this way,
And here's what I replied:
"This little cast from heel to hip
Is nothing much at all.
Stereotypes reach farther corners than simply gender, race and sexuality,
but who would ever even think of starting a revolution for a group of kids that aren’t taken seriously?
I walk these ghetto streets to and fro
People have come but most of them go
Looking around for a ray of sunlight
Darkness follows me without the moonlight
I have been on this decrepit road forever
Get Em
Get Em
Get Em
Party Party Party
Cups stacked along the corners of a torn house
Aligned like a house of cards, fragile
Reeking of booze, alcohol
Oops spilled some on the floor
You never thought about it
You just acted by instinct
I get you
You got lost
You had a choice and you said you consider it before
Still you did it and 9 months later the results you saw
Expression is a lethal weapon,
Locked in my own judgments,
Don’t understand why I’ve been chosen to fill the shoes of an unholy person
Losing focus is easy to do.
I could sit here, and testify to you.
But instead let's take a turn, and kill these distractions.
You see, I'm a becoming senior, proud and all, but I can't say I'm ready for next fall...
(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.
Blinded by a love that’s not there
Comforted by the idea of having you near
Analyzing everything about you
Hoping to be the one you turn to
Staring at you as you walk by
Knowing you will probably never be mine
Life—stops in a moment
Bang, cut, gone.
Safety—is an illusion
Zip, clip, done.
Survival—the one goal
Teen, street, alone.
How—did I end up this way?
Hit, Fist, door.
So—here I’ll stay
I'll start walkin' your way,
You start walkin' mine.
Best friends forever,
No matter how far away.
We'll find the means
To stay that way.
I'll start walkin' your way,
You start walkin' mine.
Cliques are just a form of people who have heartless thoughts , & feelings that you can't bare to think of with their evil stares demon like thoughts surround me every day, the way they move like a pack of cheetahs looking for their prey to fe
Just because we're teenagers
It does not mean that we're all the same
And can be guided in identical ways
We're individuals
Just because we are adolescents
It does not mean we are ignorant
Bullies
Drive people away.
Give them a ride home
And drop them off at a dead
End.
Disregard stop signs.
Pass on a double-yellow
And don't stop when they say
"When."
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
Sunshine, tree-shade
Chugging on your kool-aid
Late nights, boy crazed
Don't forget to misbehave
Swimming's in,
School's out,
That's what summer's all about
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
what should I do
which side to pick
in this battle
in my mind
that’s killing me inside
my heart chooses one
society chooses one
and I pick one
and I pick wrong
and I know it’s wrong
I feel the pain from my head to the ground
But everywhere I look, I never hear a sound.
Not one person standing up for me
No one telling the bullies to let me be.
They have replaced my name with hateful jokes
Death, murder, heartache, incarceration
The very things teens attempt to avoid
Texting and driving
The very thing that can lead to it all
I'd show him what he asked for
If he called me beautiful,
I'd take another shot
If I could prove that I'm fun,
I'd agree we were "just messing around"
If I could feel his love
On a night like tonight,
Expected to act like an adult,
but treated like a child
Expected to make mistakes,
but never fail.
Expected to be confident,
but in silence.
Expected to be happy,
but focused.
I live my life by a code
To never get drunk nor high,
But people think me queer or rude.
My code exiles me from the cliques,
Never invited to outings or parties,
Never asked to stand in the student body.
Stop,
Make the world stop spinning.
That way we can have a steel beginning.
Make the people stop talking,
That way its silence while we're walking.
Brilliance was burned away
We drank away our thoughts
Gambled which would stay and which would go,
We didn't know.
life is an elevator
it has its ups and downs
sometimes it switches your plans around
but can that be the reason to fall?
nah not all
letting your emotions take control
Everyday we’re coming up with lame excuses. Throwing things here and there about why our life is useless.
We as teens don’t understand. Whether what is good or what is bad.
About life.
I have many great friends
Who care about where I end
And enjoy being around me
Who make me smile
And laugh
And cry
some people disregard the actions they make.
many tend to forget the opportunities they take.
but when it comes to love, and the true definition.
they don’t know until it’s gone, that something was missing.
He never once thought...
"It could happen to me."
It was always the other; the guy you see standing
shocked, by the roadside, with eyes unbelieving.
No two stories are the same
Even the ones with alike names
Now here’s the story of a girl
Who met a boy and changed his world
They met on Facebook, yes that’s right
They met that day and talked all night
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,
