i still feel the cold at the back of my neck -
tense, quiet, who would have guessed?
a 9-5 life can’t fix my old ways;
a projection can’t hide what’s written on these walls;
a poem can’t open every wound to the world;
a kiss can’t share all the words that escaped my lips in my own company.
everything i do is a distortion of
what i think i can do.

in the presence of the heat,
i feel the silence banging at my door -
calling my name, like the ocean, but calmer, softer -
and when i open it
i’m left staring in the mirror.
I feel absolute - sometimes
I feel abused - but I say I'm fine
It's getting harder to find words that rhyme
I feel incomplete - can you spare some time?

There'll be no more suicide under my roof
There'll be no pretending you're depressed, that's the truth
Your mental health is OK, go to school
I'm not gonna talk about this anymore
Just go into your room and close the door
You say you're suffering from depression and cutting yourself
Well I say leave depression on the shelf
And no, you're not getting professional help
If you really want attention, just say so yourself
Just be happy like a little child
It'll go away if you try smile

Think happy thoughts


No
This isn't another argument I will let go
I don't believe in shouting, I believe in salvation
I don't believe in punishment, I believe in patience
I don't condone diversity, I promote
I'm not the one to complain, I vote
Yet I still don't share pain, I joke
Because apparently young people's problems are just a hoax
Because apparently I can't talk about my problems freely
Apparently if I do, it's worse than drug dealing
It's the fractured state of mind
That I try to to hide
This is your decision to remain blind
You call these protests teen rage
You call these problems teenage
If you're gonna dismiss this with a yawn
And ignore the child with guns drawn
If you're gonna prioritise getting rid of pot
And ignore the school shooter firing another shot
If you're gonna waste time
Wondering if the ten year old black kid is spreading gang signs
Just don't be surprised
At another teen suicide

Think happy thoughts
There's a lesson you gotta learn, but I don't want it to be taught
The lesson that young people can experience suicidal thoughts
It's the one thing everybody seems to be missing
But it could be solved if you just stop and listen

Apparently if I have sex
I'm either a slut or a player, depending on my sex
My body's for rent
In my cheap apartment
At my tender age, love is too complicated a thing
My mind can't handle the complex emotion it brings
Yet at this tender age, I need to know my career
Of course, a lawyer or a doctor is what they want to hear
Cause my real dreams are "unrealistic, dear"
They're willing to whisper in my ear
That's not mature
But if we start speaking about things that are serious
We get looked at like we're delirious
And face responses like "you're too young to be so serious"
However,  I wanna talk
About how if I walk
Behind a white woman in a parking lot
She's holding the panic button, hoping she doesn't get shot
Thinking that she's gonna get robbed of everything she's got
And I wanna talk about how a rapist gets off easy
Because apparently now apples make him queasy
And being in prison might ruin his reputation
But I get shut down, cause this isn't suitable topic for conversation
So I'll quote my mother to deliver the message of our generation
She always told me "prevention is better than cure"
And the youth are the future
And there's nothing any doctor can do
About the suicide they're succumbing to

Think happy thoughts
It's the one thing everybody seems to be missing
But it could be solved if you just stop and listen
There's a lesson you gotta learn, but I don't want it to be taught
The lesson that young people can experience suicidal thoughts
The result of spending the day listening to Kendrick Lamar's To Pimp A Butterfly album (if you can read this as a sort of rap, it works out perfectly)
I'm young.
I know, but
feelings are feelings.
My emotions are real.
I may be dramatic, but
feelings are feelings.
I'm sorry you don't believe me.
I don't mean to be like this, but
feelings are feelings.
Every word is my own.
You don't have to agree, but
feelings are feelings.
Thank you for understanding.
I'm glad you know from experience that
feelings are feelings

(I love you all. Have a nice day )
AW Frames Jun 10
A place where the earth is still...
Where the sin shines and the moon glistens
Where the tides wave and the wind takes flight
I want to see the animals relaxing by the stream
I want to hear the rain drops
I want to get away....
Christopher Jun 10
I've heard you before.
I can hear your tone and yet,
I can't define it's contour.

I  can't say I even used the word right cause I don't know how to explain this storm.

I've tried to interpret.
Believe me, I've tried to work with it.
But the more I think, the bigger it grows.

I wish to understand and help you out.
But what's the point if I can barely figure your thoughts.

I can't fix you and I can't help.
But I can learn and try
Just give me some time.
You don't know what to do anymore.
Though words plainly expand the levitation of gases,
I still feel a twitch in my nerves when you talk,
Like anything I have ever said was meaningless;
Yet, when I express that your speech bothers my sensory system,
I feel a guilt
That I am the one who changed you
For my own satisfaction.
Why do I cater to myself
Instead of I who am more considerate?
Ever have one of those people in your life who have like a sing-songy kind of voice that gets you wondering whether you're still in reality as the tone of the other person seems to ignore the troubles of the world?  I know I'm really weird for expressing this as a conundrum, but just like nails against chalk, so sometimes this, no pun intended, "gets on my nerves."  But that's just me; again, please interpret how you wish! Hope you enjoy!
Semicolon Jun 6
Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.
My dear mom, my dear dad,
Please listen to me talk.
You're the place where I can unveil myself and be true to who I am.
You're the place where I can pour my heart out and expect to be heard.
You're the place I want to spend my life talking and being heard.
Please don't tell me to shut up
Because I talk too much,
Because no one likes what I speak,
Because I talk rubbish,
Because no one would listen to me,
Because I need to stay silent sometimes,
Because nobody likes the stories I have to tell,
Please don't tell me to shut up,
Just because that's what I need to do.
Listen to me.
Please.
Hus J May 31
Hello.

Sitting cross-legged in a Subway
Doors open and close repeatedly
Footsteps resounding every now and then
A pair of daily sport shoes stopped.
Saying something for sure is human language
Listening with full attention, well understood.

You should go?

Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket
Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the end

You should go.

Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.
The spark that crushing my mundane life.
Thank you.
Jolan Lade May 29
Why would I listen?
To gain their recognition, follow their tradition?
I cant let them decide my mission, I am my own edition
Won't let them send me to prison
I see the risen of my ambition
I should use my cannon
And shoot a shit load of "Stay away" ammunition.
Won't let them take away my personality
Because that is my specialty
I am doing a "popetry"
Vexren4000 May 29
Telling tales,
tall told tales,
Teeming with technicalities,
Telltale today,
Tooting trumpeters,
Telling tales,
To tellers long gone.

©BAS
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