Now a teenager,
battling against the world,
fighting 'til the end

it was your birthday
you didn’t care much about it
but the moment i knew
i was counting down the days
i made you something
i couldn’t wait for you to see it
i had to held myself back with some stuff
i wanted to end every sentence with : i love you
but i couldn’t
i couldn’t do that to our friendship
but i do
i do love you.

Clumsy fingertips
Tremble in the dark.
Quivering, our lips
Kiss each birthmark.
Each firmly grips,
Passion's bright spark.
Night's youthful slips,
Memories deep mark.

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

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

A whole butload of
                         "adult"
                               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
Still,
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
Recreating
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

Hmm...
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
But...
Also more to look forward to

There is this girl;
She is beautiful in so
Many ways I can’t explain.
Her hair falls to one side
And her sparkling eyes
Leave me star struck;
I can’t tell what color they are.
Her lips are perfect,
Her skin leaves me breathless,
Her smile feels like
Bubbles in my chest.
And with these puzzle pieces
Standing, there is something
That I just can’t pin point.
Her being as a whole
Is everything I’ve ever wanted
In my life.
I crave the feeling of
Being around her;
Every waking moment,
I think of her.
I dream of kissing her lips,
Tasting her so close to me,
Dripping like sweet honey.
Watching her smile
As I pull away.
I dream of looking into her eyes,
Watching her stare at me
The same way I stare at her.
I think I am in love,
But I’m not sure what
Love feels like.
Maybe this will be gone tomorrow.

By Arcassin Burnham

At one point in time , I was apart of you.
I replaced my soul with a pile of wool.
Covered all over me, no you were a distant memory.
I wish i could stare down at that lake again and wonder.

I was a,
Teenage **** up, a social pariah,
I was a,
Force to be reckoned, and sensual liar,
I was a,
Little boy to you when you were a woman,
I had no,
Time to be around a girl calling me her man,
See I had,
So much nervousness, I could barely breathe,
There was too,
Much in this world to endure for me,
I ain't no,
Scared little kitten, I'm too much of a Liger,
There is no,
Time nowadays to change the past , inspire.

It’s funny cuz I got jealous of your best friend
And I got mad when you were jealous of mine,
But it’s because we want to be together or else be alone.
No sharing.
So here we are,
Sharing feelings between us,
But never saying it.
And we will do that for a while longer
I think.