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You
Are My
Seemingly
Strange
Addiction
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #21
Liz Feb 17
21
I turn 21

that should be fun

I turn 21

yet i find it hard to act on

I turn 21

feel like it's gonna be a bad one

I turn 21

don't know what to become

I turn 21

to overcome

21
mjad Jan 26
My head is against the hard plastic, my hair softening the uncomfortable edge
I catch a sliver of the snowstorm when I look out, blocked by his silhouette
My hands place themselves on his waist, preparing for the worst
Lips on lips feeling the unequal pressure and my heart feels it's cursed
My chest feels strange as he transfers his kisses and finds my hands
I feel him pressing against me and I sink myself into the stained fabric as far away as I can
My body tenses and my mind tells it to stop but it doesn't understand
His movements are choppy as he tries to explore the new terrain
Does he know this terrain is 17 years young
Because the ground can tell the excavator is at least 21
Teeth collide with my lips and I cringe at the lack of skills for a man
My eyes drift to the snow outside the warm well used minivan
Wishing how badly I could be a snowflake on the other side of the glass
I pull my sweater up
And let him take off my bra clasp by clasp
But I don't want him
I don't want this to last
Isabelle Jan 23
let the day
take you away
until the sun sets
when the moon rises
i’ll take you back
here in my arms
safe in my embrace
surrender your heart
let go of the days blue
when the sun downs
and the moon rises
oh darling, you will feel
the warmth of my love
#21
Sarah Ann Nov 2018
21
21 comes swiftly on frosty wheels
Round and shiny, she floats
She laughs and stumbles
She cleans up nice for the pictures
She sits alone and nurses a beer
Just to see what it feels like
And she likes it
Nothing has changed
She comes on a Wednesday
The would-be revelers are busy
So she lies in wait
For the weekend
21 is: new socks and gummy bears
21 is: pretending not to want a big party
21 is: making a list
Of everyone that forgets her
And tucking it away
To reference when she’s down
And give herself a kick

21 is a little selfish
But so were 1-20
And so too will be 22+
I'll be 21 soon
Hello Daisies Nov 2018
today i am love sick
Yesterday i was reckless
This year i am entirely lost

I let my heart break so quick
I have been crying like a complete mess
My heart was frozen into a frost

I laughed when told to enjoy these moments
I cried when told these would be my best years
I broke because this has been the worst year of all

But now in this car the night soothes the torment
Because i realize from this hell trip that  I lived through so many fears
I braved through it and got up after every fall

No one would understand the terror in my mind
The sadness in my soul
The feeling of having your gut constantly churn

Sometimes i stop and feel  growth changing within my mind
I'm learning to let awful things go
Alanis morrisette really was right when she said you live and you learn

I am so reckless
I'm currently deeply heartbroken
A rising alcholic with noone to call my own
Crying at every failure


But I'll look back at this and learn it's ok to be a mess
Having my heart broke made my eyes open
I wanted to live life and I'm being shown
That to have fun and love I'll have to often be a total failure
Ive been going through so very much. Very deoressed and stressed. Possibly worst year if my life. But i keep going and i dont know how. Im terrified it'll get worse but after this trip i had i realized some things. The trip was my last hope for something good to happen. While it didnt work out that way it taught me to let things go and to be ok with being reckless right now. Just don't go too far. And that no matter what i can be strong. Im still finding myself
Charlie Dog Jul 2018
21
when 21 is mentioned
what image does that evoke?

perhaps party goers
and late night clubs

not

birthdays sober
in your bedroom
boarded up

alone I am, and will be 21 soon
wish I could say
that I wont spend it in my bedroom
#21
anotherken May 2018
The sunset has come, the moon rises.
But as I see it, we haven't changed.
No matter how, or when we promise not to,
We still have done nothing,
To change our ways.
Up and down, your head nods in agreement.
But deep down, your head still shakes.
For that itching feeling of needing pleasure.
To reject our 9 to 5 ways,
And indulge before our inevitable death.

Welcome to Channel 21, where all are welcome.
Everyone can join in our little game.
The 7 rules are as simple as it follows:

Destroy your beliefs,
An infinite amount of beverages and food is allowed,
Men and women of all ages are encouraged to join,
Never question what you see, hear or feel,

You are always the master,
On this game, everybody is the winner,
Under no circumstances should you feel like the loser.

But no matter what happens in the end,
Did you enjoy the experience?
EVERYBODY GETS TO WIN IN CHANNEL 21.
NEVER HAS IT THAT ANYBODY LOST.
**** YOU. **** YOU.

MANKIND IS DOOMED AS WE KNOW IT, RIGHT.
EVERYTHING'S LOST, ISN'T IT?
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