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Jiya Apr 28
i dream about your lips...

...they look nice

pleasantly pink and supple
delectable even
i’m sure they’ll feel so wonderful
placed delicately upon mine

i indulge in the thought of your touch

(warm and safe)

curled up at your side
breathing you in
your scent unknown to me

something i’m eager to decipher

once i am released from this cage
i promise to devour you
every inch of your body
no secrets between our skin

and if you so choose


...no clothes either...


just pure ecstasy
produced by the entanglement
of unveiled bodies

and teen angst

i fantasise about love
and how we might make it
time and time again
beside the purest of touch

(a soft embrace)

never forgetting it began with a song
and grew with isolation
cultivating longing
strengthening our bond...

                                              

        ­                                                                 ­       ...good enough...




...until the day i can hold your hand
i haven't been very active on this site for a while until my emails started blowing up due to a poem I wrote way back in 2018 when i was 14! i hope now that i'm mere days away from 16 my poetry has improved and matured. i'm sure 14 year old me is giddy with excitement over the traction that poem has gotten over the past day or two.
Nikki No Love Jul 2018
In the company of familiar strangers,
The type you know like a ranger,
Or that with the spirit of a teenager,
Not knowing or completely identifying,
But still ****** with through consequence and conceptualizing.

Though some take the form of friendly faces,
Others take form like that of a nightmare that makes you walk in paces,
Reminding you of the turmoil inside your mind,
The fight between your perception and what you find,
What you see in the mirror and what you hide behind,
Finding the faces chase you with ideas they do not underpine
This is my first recent poem, not really else much to say. It's not great. Hope you like it though
Willard Jun 2018
People don't change;
I'll still have Bukowski quotes
written on my ribcage
in Sharpie.

Chlorine will go straight into
my nose whenever someone
mentions drowning,
or hating life in general.

Jokes about surf punk and Arizona tea,
everything I've done in the past year
has grown stale. I use the same
three words to describe my feelings.

Things don't change;
my apologies are still faux.
I never felt grief about that death,
or all those car accidents and overdoses.

Radio pop songs derive catharsis,
but I use one pretentious band or two
to combat that. It does nothing,
I am nothing,
or something like that.

Everything won't change;
except for feelings, emotions,
point of views, personal contacts,
and my habit of texting back.

I'll say a bunch of Beatnik quotes
and freak out over small things,
the latest post punk song will be
spray painted in the school's parking lot.

I'll still hate the smell of Chlorine,
but love the thought of memories.
Love the thought of moving on

and the idea of things ending
for a good reason.
a v old poem
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

PARENTS,
Let go 'cause you're wrong...

MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

PARENT'S,
It's time now I'm gone.

MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

I FIGURED OUT,
ALL THAT WAS WRONG!
I'm going out,
with my Pride and my Song,
I love you,
but I got it goin' on.

PARENT'S
I'm sorry we're done,
EVERYTHING
is new 'under-the-Sun';
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

<musical break>

Jesus ain't
here/but I am!
Momma,
I am a Man,
'Change-the world'
that is my plan...

because,
<musical break>

MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

PARENT'S
listen to my song,

COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,

Everyone...
Teen's with a song,
Hear us,
WE GOT IT GOIN' ON!

COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,

COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,

GOD I'M COMING!
AND THIS IS MY SONG!

COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,

come on,
we got it goin' on...
come on,
we got it goin' on...

Momma we got it goin' on...

**fade out
Empowering teens is probably the best anyone can hope for in their quests of life?
Lila Valentine May 2016
You...are my drug
Not in a good sense
You get me high, higher than the sky but it's
the crash, the crash that I
remember.

I see you and it's like you're
injected into my blood.
And at first I don't feel anything
But then....

Then comes the dialation
Perspiration
Quickening of the heart
There's a quiet thudding in my ears
and I can't quite concentrate

It feels so great to be around you
but when we separate
I crash.

I hate myself for wanting you
The eyes contract to normal
And the cold sweat dries

The pounding in my ears
goes quiet
and I'm left with my thoughts,
Thoughts of loathing.
I hate how you make me
Happy.
I hate your side effects,
you ****** drug,
And
I
Hate
You
Oh no here comes the teenage angst
This is about this one person who I simultaneously want to ****** and **** (although not at the same time, that make sense?)
Yeah
Woohoo teenage angst
ConnectHook Oct 2015
prison walls enclose sky
darkness sparks pyre
definite
articles get cut out

where rivers empty
into bitter oceans

where mix
morbid metaphors
of narcissism

to test my dead flesh
in vacated premises
condemned to destruction

blade as absent tenant

insert line about cutting here
then murmur teenage angst
over lost boyfriend
lifes meaninglessness etc

add some more weird
unpunctuated lines

oozing like a mediocre
razor ****

no caps even

then arbitrarily bold something
as if you knew what the hell
you were blathering on about

holy band-aid batman

my poetry *****
(does yours ? )
now hit "like" -
you emo-depressive herd animals !

☺☠☺☠☺☠☺
LoveLy Jul 2015
I crave my mothers motivation....


I pray for my siblings energy.
I ran to dark corners.
I hide in my music.
I stare at the razor...
But I do not cut.
I google " Sad quotes".
I google "Depression facts".
I google " Teen angst", " Depression symptoms",
"Sad drawings", "Love quotes", " Heart break"...
And I stare for hours on end.
THIS is teen angst.
It's not parties.
It's not drinking or drugs or trouble.
Its sitting here wanting what I cant have
and knowing it doesn't get better
and crying because it wont go away
and because no one really understands how I feel.
its not the same.
This and more is teen angst....get it right.
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