you know,
when you're younger,
you think boys are icky.
mean boys that push you
in the sand on the playground,
stupid boys that call
you names
and make fun of you for
being a '*****.'

when you're younger,
you think girls have cooties.
silly girls that play
on the swings
and talk about
the wind,
girls you try to avoid
at all costs.

but once you grow up
and stop being so small,
you come to realize that
boys are far from icky,
except for the fact
that they still pick their
noses and chew
with their mouths full;
and girls are far
from having cooties,
unless you consider
STD's as cooties, these days.

now,
girls and boys
are attracted to each other
by an unmistaken force,
one that's so strong
it feels like a magnet
is conjoining the both
of you.

or at least,
that's what they claim.

but really,
our generation is
obsessed with the
facination
of being rebellious,
of not caring about the rules,
or doing what they want
whenever they want.
we're obsessed with
the motto that
having *** at 16,
getting drunk at parties,
and doing drugs
is okay.

the problem?
we'll never know.
everyone will always
have different thoughts,
views, opinions
on how our generation
came to be as
disasterous as it is:
the media: music videos,
movies; the music,
what kinds of messages
rappers are conveying
in their songs;
but no matter
what we think
or what we say,
we'll never know.

we're the kids
your parents
warned you about --
or rather, didn't.

nowadays,
losing your virginity
is becoming something
of a contest to see
who can lose it first,
who can get this girl
laid, who can
sleep with the most
girls in their entire school.
today, girls are willing
to lose it, all because they're
under pressure, or being
influenced by the wrong
crowd.

nowadays,
going to ravid parties
and having
'a few drinks'
is something to celebrate.
"come on, have a drink,"
and even if they don't want one,
even if they don't want
to accept,
they somehow get convinced
otherwised.
then 'just a few drinks'
turns into a rollercoaster
that gets you spiraling
out of the earth's
gravitational control.
your mind goes haywire
and you might even do
something you never imagined
you'd do. all because of
'a few drinks.'

nowadays,
rolling a blunt
and smoking ****
is something
everyone does;
if you don't smoke,
if you aren't a stoner,
then you're considered
'abnormal,' or 'odd,'
or even 'weird.'
roll a blunt,
pass it around,
take a hit
or two
or three,
until it feels like your
soul is being detached
from your body,
floating into the
horizon,
being swallowed by
darkness,
vanishing into the
atmosphere.

nowadays,
everyone's
trying to **** themselves
from the harsh words
being thrown at them
like daggers to the heart.
everyone's
cutting themselves,
a temporary way
to solve a problem
that seems
incapable of living through.



nowadays,
no one has any respect
for themselves.
no one cares
if they don't get into
a decent college;
most don't even go.
no one cares
if alcohol is
causing them to become
addicts;
they disregard the signs
completely.
no one cares
if smoking ****
or doing drugs
is illegal;
now, they'll
expose it in the open.
no one cares
how their words
can affect people;
"fat," "ugly.'
they'll call people
***** that are still
virgins.

nowadays,
our generation
has turned into
something to be avoided,
an example of how bad
the world can become.


a.m.

you tell me you don't care,
that you're better off without me.
and I know, I see it,
that you're trying;
trying to get the memories
out of your head,
trying to forget the love
we thought we shared,
trying to erase the memory
of me completely.

I see that you're trying
but you're not trying hard enough.

I see the hurt in your eyes
when you see me laugh
with another girl;
I see the pain plastered
on your gentle face
knowing that I can survive
without you.

I see the real you,
inside and out;
so don't bother
trying to keep it a secret.


a.m.

you have to do good in school
so you can make it into a good college
and grow up to have a wonderful career.

everything about life is amazing,
you just have to keep going strong.

they told us these things
and we listened.

but now that we know,
now that we're living it,
we know that everything they said

are lies.


a.m.

the kisses you leave
become etched
into my skin,
they sting with
pure ice as you
press into my lips,
down my neck,
on my fragile bones.

you **** gently
on the skin of my neck,
nibble a little,
give me a tickle,
and sometimes,
a red mark will show;
a trophy of some sort,
a pedestal i've been placed on,
one that claims me
as your own.

your smile
that radiated through
each kiss that touches my lips;
give me a bite
and i'll smile too,
a smile so wide
and devilish
that it urges you
to keep going.

your hands
are a boat;
they travel across
my body;
up, down, side to side;
you search for
the endless depths
of the Dead Sea.
your fingers
interlace with my hair,
touch my warm pink cheeks,
fall
all the way down
to my waist.

it all feels so good,
like something inside of me
went off and erupted;
a feeling so great
and enticing
that it becomes addicting;
your touch,
your kisses,
the way you please me
becomes something
that's completely out
of my control.

but i'm not afraid.

are you?

afraid of
what could become
of this heavy satisfaction?
afraid of
the consequences?
of the aftermath
that follows the touch
of your hands?
of the feelings
that'll grow
more and more
between us?

tell me.
are you afraid?


a.m.

her eyes were the ocean:
deep and blue,
hidden by tears.

you tried to help,
you asked her
"what's wrong?"
"nothing, just tired,"
was what she had said.

but despite her words
you knew there was more;
something deeply hidden
in the depths of the ocean,
of the saltiness of
the gentle sea.

there was a battle
going on inside of her,
tearing at her rib cage,
paralyzingly her soul

but she wouldn't let you in;
her walls were too high.

inside she was
b r o k e n
a powerful sea of emotions,
but outside she was
s m i l i n g,
just what you knew
you wanted to see


a.m.

one day i will wake
up right beside you
as we lie under the thin sheets
that smell like cotton and lavender,
illuminated by the bright
morning sun,
under the sky that shines
with billions of intricate diamonds.

i will be awoken by your kisses
that sting across my collarbones,
by your sweet crooked smile
that glows brightly in the day,
by your gentle arms
as they engulf me in love
and passion.

my life will be
right before my eyes;
you, you are the one
that's stolen my heart forever and always.


a.m.