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Anya Dec 2018
Children are...
rather innocent creatures
Or at least,
in my protected, childhood of fairy tales
Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs
My third grade diary when asked to name something precious
Unlike toys unbreaking
Keeps you happy and safe
precocious I was at that
but still too much

As I still am,
of course
See, the thing about adolescence
Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out
The time when we
We're out of the                     Naive
                  Quite dangerous, really
Since, we're really Not

A whole butload of
                               stuff I'll probably
Be subject to and
May have been earlier if not for
My reclusive tenancies
and lazy ways
and protected life

I say it,
In a careless manner
Trying to look cool, even in poetry
But, like, it's going to happen
I'm going to come face
to face
Have to make
a choice
And it's nothing to be intimidated about
I tell myself
Truly a question
to consider,

I'm assuming,
one day I'll mature
And when that day comes...

Will I still be the little girl
With the two bouncing pigtails
Scrunched up face
Pencil too tight grip
Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair
My nth drawing of a girl?

Mind uncluttered
with what could be
         what should be
         what would be
Only, what is
And what I want

But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by
and it's well past time for me to go to bed
Another year, past
More time gone by
More memories to reminisce about
Also more to look forward to
I am young blood,
I am weak too
You never knew that did you?
I guess it got away,
All of the things,
You know...
The flood gates have opened,
Releasing all of the things,
You know...
The things that fill me

I can't see myself in anyone
I can't find you in me
Let me be honest
I think I could find more in stone
Why am I here?
Surrounded by people,
I've never felt more alone

Why did you leave?
Contagious lies they never leave,
I think they love me
You know...
The revenants of hope you buried,
The memories that I can't forget
You know...
The ones you still sleep with

I am young blood,
I am weak too
But you never knew that,
Did you?
Inspiration- Heartbreak and Emarosa, share the sunshine young blood.
Oh Adolescents
Emotional highs and lows
We mellow with age
Tommy Randell Dec 2014
Met the dog in the dark
but having danced
reached out a hand
to still the growl.

Found the taste of salt
a way of enjoying cold
so that only wildness lived
where doubt had taken hold.

She only smiled.
The waves too tired to eat
stroked the fire in her flesh
reached in to make her well again.

When the root of pain was cut
she was ready, ready
to run ahead again
and be unravelled in the dark.

And the waves of wine in her head
breathed a bloodless birth,
met my tide of teeth,
was well met in the surf.
Cassidy Vautier Jun 2014
something about that town
all the kids dropped like flies
year after year
you don't come across beautiful people
whole hearts
genuine smile
scars on the road where john flipped his bike
mark the one mile
from the house where tragedy struck
his kids on the head, a little too hard one night
and we don't swim in august anymore,
memorial sign hanging
almost like all of our heads that sunday a few days after
coming ‘round the corner just like john,
a little too fast
heartbreak is due
shaking hands, we clamored amongst the kids we grew up with
weeks after
only to be tipping the bottle back
a little too far
pushing the gas petal down
a little too hard
after five years,
falling falling falling
the kids stopped caring if God was knocking at the door
because opening that mortal door between the great beyond and earth is a
a kiss on the cheek
from your best friend
whispering welcome home

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