We are far too different

I live for the rush
The danger and adventure

You live with a plan
The stability and foundation

But yet we both yearn for the kisses
That only come at 2am
And the I love you's
That have all the depth to them
That there ever could

When we are together
The planets align
And the moon calls our name
I cannot think straight
With your hot lips pressed to mine

We are far too different

Yet we are perfectly put together
And I wouldn't trade you for the world

We call ourselves the reckless youth
Trying to figure out where we are and where we are going
With lyrics tucked under our tongues that say more than our voices ever will
Our sleepless nights that cause purple crescents to appear under our eyes
And the words we replay in our head of past days
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Looking at the world through maroon eyes
With empty bottles that we hold in our warm sweaty palms
And the sheet-ropes we make to climb out of the windows at 3 in the morning
With the uncertainty of tomorrow
Whether we will wake up inside of our beds smelling of lavender
Or in a field sprawled out among other teenage bodies reeking of beer
With the memories of Christmas lights that are over-expired
And of the kisses that won't mean a thing to anyone when the sun starts to wake us up with massive headaches
Because worthless kisses are now more valuable to us
Making up the ones our parents never gave
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Because our generation is made up of lost souls due to the words spat out by our foes
And the scars that line the inside and outside of our bodies
The scars that we hide behind smiles and stories that fill our heads
But be careful of standing too close
You might catch our disease
That comes with the temptation of stealing out to the flowers that grow around campfires
And the reminiscences of lust still stuck to the grass
Where the lingering of fingers that caress the parts of us that are hidden from society
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Our lives making up pages in a novel consisting of skinny jeans and over-sized sweatshirts
Of promises of better days that have yet to come
And the sun that we are still trying to see through broken sunglasses
The tan lines from the 7 am runs because the voices in our heads aren't going away
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Addicted to staring at computer screens and only turning away to measure our waists
And when there is a constant fire outside our door
We will stay inside always trying to create something new
A life of fantasy
A life to burn all of our memories of reality
Because we are misused
Misjudged
We call ourselves reckless
Not because we are not wise
But because our wisdom comes from tidal waves of people crashing upon us tell us we are not good enough
But the flowers in our hair are worth more then the diamonds that line her skirt
We call ourselves the reckless youth
When the adults tell us no
But we insist on saying yes
When we are not afraid of death
We are afraid of living
And at this pace we will be dead before we live
Maybe we are wasting our time
But time is a luxury we just cannot afford
So we will go out
Stripping our bodies of the loosely fitted clothes and dipping out naked frames under cold water
Forgetting what made us tired
What made us upset with the wilting pedals of all the things we did wrong
All the regrets we cannot take back
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Who watch the stars well past midnight
And look for the familiar sight of home within the walls of our imagination
Where reality slips into a blur of pink and orange clouds
We don't merely call ourselves the *reckless youth
Because we decided to escape society and reality rather than ourselves
We *are the reckless youth
Because we chose to be wise
To be strong
To be unique
*To be infinite

We call ourselves the reckless youth
Trying to figure out where we are and where we’re planning on going
With lyrics tucked under our tongues that say more than our voices ever will
Where sleepless nights cause purple crescents to appear under our eyes
And replay words from past days through and through our heads

We call ourselves the reckless youth
Looking at the world through maroon eyes
With empty alcohol bottles that we clench onto with our warm sticky palms
And the sheet-ropes we make to climb out of the windows at 3 in the morning
Dealing with the voices and uncertainties of tomorrow
Wondering whether we will wake up inside of our beds smelling of lavender
Or in a field sprawled out among other teenage bodies reeking of beer

We call ourselves the reckless youth
With the memories of Christmas lights that are over-expired
That brought kisses that won't mean a thing to anyone as morning brings massive headaches
Because worthless kisses are now more valuable to us
Then the ones our parents now forget to give

We call ourselves the reckless youth
Because our generation is made up of lost souls
And scars that line the insides and outsides of our bodies
The same scars that we hide behind smiles and stories that swim in our heads
This is our disease and it is contagious
Coming with the temptation of sneaking out to the flowers that grow around campfires
And the reminiscences of lust still stuck to the grass like dew
Ghosts of the lingering fingers that caressed the parts we’ve hidden from society

We call ourselves the reckless youth
Our lives making up pages in a novel that consist of skinny jeans and over-sized sweatshirts
Of the promise that we’ll see better days
And the sun that is still trying to be shielded with broken sunglasses
Tan lines from 7 am runs because the voices in our heads are way too loud

We call ourselves the reckless youth
Addicted to computer screens and turning away only to measure our waists
Ignoring the constant fire outside our door
Deciding to stay inside a burning house instead of running to safety
Here we continue to try and create something new
A life of fantasy where there will be use of different flames
To destroy all of the memories of reality
Because we are misused
Misjudged

We call ourselves reckless
Not because we aren’t wise
But because our wisdom comes in different forms
Like the tidal waves of people crashing upon us
Who tell us we are not good enough
And the words that continue to build inside our bones
Yet we know that these flowers braided in our hair
Will forever be worth more than the diamonds that line their clothes

We call ourselves the reckless youth
When the adults tell us no
But we insist on saying yes
Because it’s not that we are afraid of death
We are afraid of living
Here in this pace where we’ll be dead
Far before we have the chance to live

And maybe we are wasting our time
Though time is a luxury we cannot yet afford
So we will continue to climb out windows
Sneak through back doors
Where we then strip our bodies of the loosely fitted clothes
Quickly dipping our naked frames under the cold water
Forgetting what has made us tired
What made us upset
Which come with the wilting petals of all the things we did wrong
All the regrets we cannot take back

We call ourselves the reckless youth
When we watch the black sky and its stars well past midnight
And look for the familiar sight of home within the walls of our imagination
Where reality slips into a blur of pink and orange clouds

We don’t call ourselves reckless
Because we decided to escape reality, ourselves and society
And blow out clouds of ***** air from deep within our lungs
Or burn holes in our throats from fermentation
We are the reckless youth
Because we chose to be wise
To be strong
To be infinite

Oh baby,

I'd stand in front of you
And give you a strip tease

Then I'll saunter on over
And drop to my knees

I cannot think
Of words that can
Explain the look in your eyes
When you saw how wild
You were making me

It's was intense
And beautiful
And it made me remember
All the things that
Made me fall in love with you

Your words tease me
And they play fantasies in my head
It's 11 o'clock and I should be asleep
But instead I'm laying here
Thinking of your passion
And the intensity of what you want me to do
Things only for me to hear
Take control baby
I'm all yours

Let me stand in the bed of your truck
A bottle in my hands
No shoes
Or jacket
And scream about Neverland
Let my voice carry across the stars so that I can hear it tomorrow
As I lay down for bed
And I will remember this
Forever

If you think
I give a ****
Then you'll be
Sorely disappointed
When I come out
On top
And you're still
Gravelling on the ground

They say red is too hot, and pink is too passive
That orange is too warm and yellow is too sickening
Its said that brown is way deathly and green is all about growing
Blue is too naive and purple is for the royalty

And we have tattooed these bodies with all the colors in our minds
Yet we are still only perceived as black and white

What is living
If our eyes don't gleam with excitement
If laughter isn't constantly escaping
If we never make mistakes
If we don't tan in the summer
Or have to wash dirt off of our feet
From those long walks in the woods

What is living*
If we are constantly worried about our sizes
If money is always being counted
If we always are hiding behind technology
If the only thing we fill our bodies with
is alcohol
Or drugs because depression is the only color we see


When did living become something that we have to be told how to do?

My vision is cloudy
While my veins are filling with alcohol

My body becomes numb
With each cigarettes he hands me

My headaches grow louder and louder
From the memories of forever

You burned down my walls
I'll burn down your house

I ******* hate you
And I think you love it

It's 3 am and I am still awake
My body is surging with energy
It's anticipating the moment where my fingers will trail across your burning skin
It's anticipating the moment when my lips can graze over yours
Softly biting your swollen lips
Taking away all your worries
Stealing the harsh "*******" away from them
Because I know you've said that phrase far to many times tonight
My body is awake
And honestly it never sleeps
Because it knows that at any moment
It will be able to touch you again
And steal you away from this reality

I'll be honest
I miss getting lost
In the grey storming sea
That made up your eyes

bet you hope my lips taste like sugar
but be careful
they will posion you
and then that will be the end
ill leave you in heartbreak
because thats what im best at

We have to go
Where we can smile
And laugh
Push each other around
Without looking over our shoulders
Getting approval from the others

We have to go
Get away from here
Because our time is precious
And too many people waste it
When they are trying to find
Things to fill it with

We have to go
Somewhere where time flows
And we can sit and not have
To remember anything
Where all that's important
Is the sun
And the trees
The grass
And each other

We have to go
Because somedays
We just have to find someplace
Where we can just live

the thought of our creation
moving,
growing within me
makes me ache with thoughts of the future
and although i am young,
and there are so many complications
i cannot help but imagine and daydream
of the day with your hand on my belly,
all engorged like a melon,
with the tiny kicks
of tiny feet
that are just waiting to say hello

Its comical how
Ive never written about
The sweetest times of my life

Like the trip to Hatteras
With the abandoned golf course
And the hours of skating down
The newly paved road
And the boys who provided
Some of the greatest smiles there will be
With the small geese
Which we provided bread
And the 4th of July fireworks
With the sun-kissed skin of my best friend and I

Or the newer trips
At my house with the loft
And the 4 mile ride to the beach
With the divot where there were hours
Of my boy and I talking
And kissing
And eating
The love and music
And kicking his *** at every game

Its comical how
I cannot seem to write everything down on paper
But I can relive every moment of them
Each night in my dreams

im done feeling like ****
this is me moving on

youre not my first love
but when i think about 10 years from now
all i see is you;
where?
i cannot answer;
but would it really matter?
**** no;
youre my home
youre my everything;
i am so deeply, terrifyingly in love with you
i cannot even let my mind wander
to the what if's of our unknowns;
i just want to flow with you
to the darkest corners
and the lightest;
you brighten my life
shining through my skin
and illuminating everything around me;
anywhere you go
i swear i will follow;
this is a love from the story books
and i dont think i could ask
for any diction
any detail
to be different;
your soul is pure
and i am so in love;
i will prove this to you i swear it
every day i live
i am in love with you