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we are the generation of young poets
our teenage minds all intertwined
and reaching out in dark ink on light paper
behind a name i don't call mine

we are the generation of young poets
who paint with knives and blades
and write our tears away

we are the generation of young poets
scared behind a screen
typing "i dont know what's happening to me"

we are the generation of young poets
unlike one ever before
we are the generation of young poets
and hopefully, we'll make it
and we'll be back for more
To be alone is not so tragic,
to be alone, and yet at peace is magic
but oh to be alone with you
That my love is magic meant for two,
For in this life are many troubles,
we both have more than just a few
but when I see the love that lies behind your eyes
My troubles fade from view
And my world is born anew.
I wish I had digested those butterflies,
You gave to me that day.
Rather than allowing them,
To flutter and have their say.

Oh I wish I had looked at your,
Wrists so scarred and fragile.
And known that my soul,
Would look like your forearms one day.

I wish I had told my beating heart,
To flutter and to die.
For now it beats at half the pace,
From when I first looked you in the eye.

Oh how I wish I had turned around,
Not looked upon the door.
For had I not seen you enter,
I'd have lived much more.

How, oh how I wish,
I had merely kept on reading.
Rather than watch, with laboring breath,
As you spoke your name to the class.

Oh how I wish I had never heard your name,
Or seen the scars upon your wrist.
For had I merely kept on breathing,
I'd know not what became amiss.
In the beginning,
I blamed naught but you.
And somehow i thought,
You never thought of me too.

Somewhere in the middle,
I got lost in between,
Believing you wanted nothing,
But friendship it seems.

In the end I was wrong,
Yet there's nothing left.
I'm a wolf in sheeps clothing,
And you've seen nothing yet.
I love gold skin and blue eyes
I love crooked grin and tan lines
I love stubborn, I love weak
I love the mild strain of OCD
I love the ache of your vacancy
I love the fullness when you return to me
You love me tender
I'll love you strong
Please don't stray away too long
I too...
wake up sometimes
longing to touch you
to taste
tease
tempt
and excite you
I want to wake you up
with soft lingering kisses
and tender rhythmic touches
I want to slide my tongue
deeply within you
playfully persistent
until your back arches
and your breath catches
I want your spirit to soar...
before your eyes
are even open
I want to give to you
the passion
joy and love
that you have hungered for...
I want you
to begin each day...
fulfilled.
In through the nose
Breathe out from the mouth,
Breath the same as the air that surrounds

Warmth lines my throat,
My feet lead the way
The doors at the end seem a mile away

Sleepy eyes and weak shoulders
I lean to the right,
Re-balance my weight
To the other side

June blows through my hair
Oh, how freedom feels close
I breathe it in again,
Take in the finality of the end
Just how many days?
Only ten

To think back to a time
In the recent past
I was young and
I was wrong and
I was going way too fast

I do recall the door that
I slammed upon the past
And how the future was contained
In honey comb window glass

To take the first steps in
On uneven pavement,
Just walking was
A balancing act of
Who I was and
Who I thought I should be

In through the nose
Breathe out from the mouth
Breath a lot warmer
Than the air that surrounds

Crisp leaves are starting to fall by,
Little did I know, so was I

The year it did pass
I’m baffled as to how
This small, naïve girl
Grew into who she is now
Frail and fragile she was
And a little bit pale
Wrapped in a small, blue dress
With surrounding wind so stale

With big eyes full of wonder
Yet taken down by influence
Straight hair and summer
And a loss of innocence

And it’s lost against her will
And taken by the influential acts of all
How could someone live
In such a big world and not at least feel small?

Trace the patterns of the year
That lie beyond horizon and fear
Try to plan what happens next
And think how much better
Things will get

In through the nose
Breathe out from the mouth
Breath is scalding hot
Against the air that surrounds

Her mind swims with
Confusion and doubt
But somehow she lives
Through the year and gets out

She’s changed by the boy
With the tattoos and blonde hair
And hurt by the girls who
Pretended she wasn’t there

She grins and she bears it
And is still tied together
But the freezing and the thawing
Is beginning to weather

The knots in the rope
That bind herself as a whole
It starts breaking apart
As she breaks the mold

Her mother still assures her
The whole entire truth
Yet she’s still trapped
Among the tangled bindings of youth

Nothing anyone could say
Would make her change her mind
Cause she was so enveloped
That she didn’t realize
She was wasting precious time

In through the nose
Breathe out from the mouth
Breath is just a bit warmer
Than the air that surrounds

At this point
It seems as though all of this is right
She can’t believe the strides she’s made,
How she’s managed every night

Of falling into bed
With a pillow damp from tears
Picking up an old guitar
And tearing down her fears

Yet still scared to show that boy
What she really thinks
He moves on and so does she
But her feelings still pour
Atop lined paper
In melodies and blue ink

Summer flies by in a flash of sun
And so does all of a year
Until it all hits her in March
And she starts to release
Her remaining fear

Don’t get her wrong
Fear still lies at the base
Of her very being,
But she shakes it off
Through merely song
And she’s home,
Back to the beginning

She no longer senses
A need to try
When she finds herself in that home
The others enable her to fly

They lift her spirits
With honesty
And the idea of
I don’t care,
So she takes a plunge into the water
And lets down her long hair

She tucks a pink flower
Behind her ear
And listens to their stories
Of glory and pain and triumph
And plain and utter fear

What’s so beautiful about this is
The fact that the same is done for her
With a feeling of true acceptance
Comes the healing of the burns
And the scars that were left
By the pain of days darker than
The darkest sky

She’s through with all the questions
That incessantly ask why

There’s fear for the future
And some regret from the past
But you have to live now
To make it all last
It goes fast

In through the nose
Breathe out from the mouth
Breath is perfectly aligned
With the air that surrounds

She glances to the left
And squints to see
The people who knew all along,
The people that guided her to be free

Straight up ahead,
As far as the eye can see,
Staggered blue and white
And scurrying, young feet

Anticipation for her name
To be called
And the slightest fear that
She just might fall

They hand her the scroll with
A shake and a smile
And those past years she’s lived
Race through her mind for miles

She’s dumbfounded and exuberant,
Yet sad to get out,
But amazed at her strength
In overcoming the doubt

Rows and rows of the people
Blue white, white blue
That feel all the same emotions as you
Her eyes are wide and bright at the sight
Of the white square
And dangling tassel
Floating past the sunlight

In through the nose
Breathe out from the mouth
Breath of relief
Pushes through the air that surrounds

She walks on the same pavement
That held her up back then
But it’s sturdier
And makes more sense
And won’t let her fall in

Tonight she dances
In a dress,
A dress that suits her well
And she feels this sense
Of everything is going to be okay,
She can tell.
It’s funny when back to reality strikes
You return to mediocrity and mundane days
That’s just life

We make our own misery, create our own pain
Simply slip through
Day by day

All I want to do is tear it all down
All in one fell swoop
Plant a tree in its place and watch it roots
Spread and its branches reach
North to south, west to east

We are taught to believe
That dreams are just that
We are raised with the notion
That one must settle where they’re at

“Why?” one might ask,
It’s just a part of human flaw
You doubt yourself, as do I
But don’t we all?
But I’ve lived through certain moments,
Some of the best I’ve ever lived
And when the clock strikes midnight,
I have to go back to it

To the routine, to a tired, old place,
Back to the same old
But I’m done with hiding my face,
Through with trying to fit the mold

Break it, just break it
Break it all down
And when it falls
The tall, stone walls will
Leave way to show what surrounds

And what you’ll find is nothing short
Of brilliance at its best
But don’t be scared, just be prepared
That the brilliance is a test

The brilliance both hurts and
Makes you feel like you’re back in time again
Back when you’re running through fields
With nothing but you
And your innocence at hand
I’m telling you, just run
And spin and love and fall into chance
Stare into his eyes and kiss him
And when it rains and storms,
Then dance

Don’t think at all but think about it all
And when you fall just let yourself fall

But remember what you do now
And how it can hurt another then
Cause what’s the difference if
You didn’t mean harm but
You harmed them in the end?

Open them up, your eyes
There’s brilliance all around us
In disguise

You’ll be surprised
And I promise there will be
Much beauty, love carefree
There she is, I found her
I found me
She said she loved getting lost in the music
What no one realized was that she released the music from inside
And that it wasn't really music
It was her life
But to her it sounded like music

Though every drop of music that poured from her body
Took away parts of her life
She felt more and more alive

Because there is no fear that way
No pain that way

Everything is nothing
And nothing still amounts to nothing

But then he said,
'Existence has serious side effects.'
She didn't know what he meant
He didn't know what he meant


Then her music stopped
And she knew what he meant

Because she was the whispers that float in with the tides
And the stars that  glow like a candle, though they have been long since blown out
And she was the thought that consumed everything in his mind



And she was also the white door with the brass handle.
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