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Isabella Terry Feb 2018
Tonight, we live like kings:
Hijack the prison and break out our dreams;
Kick off our shoes and rip our jeans;
Sing until our lungs burst at the seams.
Tonight, we are wild and free:
We’ll climb up skyscrapers and then ride the breeze
With our broken wings.
Tomorrow we’ll be damaged teens,
But tonight, we live like kings.
Imagine this, but the chorus of a song.
A A Feb 2018
Of Greyhound buses and cigarettes,
Whiskey and champagne.
Belongs to the fringes of society,
If anything.
Polemics as a past-time and books as a spell,
Loved nothing more than to rebel.
Never sober yet always clean,
Short and thin, eyes of evergreen.
Argument and sacrilege,
Living life on the edge.
You say you hate him and his disregard for ethics,
He doesn’t care. Yet he makes a lasting impression.
He won’t jump through hoops if you tell him to, but he will sit and watch others jump through hoops with you.
It is only now I realize he gave it his all.
It is only now I realize he was sincere,
However vain and bafoonishly depraved he may have been.
They say he experienced all the seasons of life.
When I saw him last, he was calm in his casket.
He looked like all possibilities–and roads, both taken and passed–at once.
Chelsea Rae Jan 2018
You might as well call yourself God
Instead of believing in Him.

The way you try to force your way.
You break
and
                     bend me,
trying to make a
"perfect"
mold of your angel child.

I am sorry but I am just not made that way.
I am brittle, I have been forged with fire and this is me.
I am no longer wet clay that your muddy hands can shape.

I am as evil as the devil himself,
at least to you.
I can see it in your eyes.
A fallen angel, not like the other ones you have now.
My fellow siblings with their wings ripped off
because I showed them what it's like to fly.
Can't have them using their own minds.

I may be ****** but no matter what you command,
no matter your petty, useless demands
I am free.
I am my own sculpture.
This is me.
Love being out of my parents house.
I am the disappointing child.
**** your rules and opinions.
Will Jan 2018
It seems we’re the only people lett in this world,
Everyone else left their life to unfurl.
They walk around no better than zombies,
caught up in the so-called “real world”.
They can’t even go diving with their *******
deep in some broad named Millie
from late high school;
But that was when rockabilly was actually a thing.
Now, us young people have a choice,
we can be the same or use our voice,
to speak up when nobody else will,
to rejoice
in the opportunities we have now.

Will you die like the rest?
Criticism is welcome.
TheRiverStyx Dec 2017
Invincible?
Yes you are.
Consequence is like a dream,
it fades away.

The lessons.
Those are what I teach.

As if I truly look after you.

I am what your friends have warned you about.

I will send you walking on glass with bare feet.
I am the animal in you.

Issa rebellion.
Issa wreck.
Issa waste of life.
frankie Nov 2017
The fires burn brightly in her eyes, flames of the revolution hidden behind frosty blue irises

crimson red blood boils inside, a desire to change the current state of the nation causes a rise in body temperature, she is the ultimate power

rage against the way she and all those who are being wrongfully oppressed by a corrupt system that does not deserve the title of justice creates a chaotic master plan for the rebellion that she will be the spark

but in this war machine, I get the greatest sense of what the revolution will be like because I can taste the rebellion in her kiss, dripping off her lips like cinnamon
Oculi Nov 2017
Looking at me, you see a pure, young soul.
But look inside me, you sweet summer child.

Inside me are so many people
I am Che Guevara with the lance of poetry
I am Vladimir Lenin with the shield of quick wit
I am Petőfi Sándor with the armor of ambition
I am Mahatma Gandhi with the horse of music
I am Fidel Castro with the arms of an endless mind
I am Spartacus with the flames of unending hope
But I am The Uncharismatic Man with the burdens
The burdens of a tired arm
The burdens of a twisted tongue
The burdens of clipped wings
The burdens of a deaf ear
The burdens of numb thoughts
The burdens of a dying sun
I've risen up and gone down just as quick
My rebellion was for naught this time
I've grown exhausted from the fights
But I'll never put down my arms.
I'll never cease the struggle.
This war never ends.
So fight with me, brother.
Fight yourself, goodfellow.
Defeat the oppression, comrade.
And never give up...
Not until I give you the call to surrender.
Saint Jimmy Nov 2017
Respect your elders I spit
Respect those who've lived and work decades before you I snarl

I show no respect to you
I show respect if you earn it

The entitled generation that is anything but vs the old generation who believe themselves better.

"Respect your elders!" The shout that answers my "*******"
I'll show respect when given.

Respect your elders, but only if they respect you
Treat people right bros, but don't let them walk all over you

St J
shadowliepard Nov 2017
We leave behind us
A sea of fire
The past is burning

We see behind us
Kingdoms crumble
Ages to rubble
Only us standing

And the future ain't a promise but it tells no lies
The past has no place for us
Society has betrayed us
Leave dust and ash and take off; leave a world behind

The path that led us to meet across the ages is our proof
Your hand, in mine, this instant is the only truth
Even if the future is denied me
Even with my enemies behind me
You won't take away my power to create my own destiny

This is us, and this is ours
Our hands entwined, at destiny's hour
We weren't wrong and we won't fall
For we are already
Immortals
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