Dori 1d

I watched a family fall apart today, and it wasn't mine.
I watched a mother lose her son and a father lose his blood.
Something inside me broke today. I'm not exactly sure what happened but my soul feels awful empty.

My girlfriend lost her brother today.
I have three and I barely talk to any of them.

I watched a soul leave a body today.
And I have scars that represent daydreams about destroying my own.
He was two years younger than me..and It took them five days to find his body.

How dare  I complain about confusion in my twenties.

Sal A Jul 17

I receive an average of 1 text per day.
It's usually a bill payment reminder.
I have no friends.
No, literally, none at all.

I'm on 3 dating websites,
sending 50 messages a day.
Zero replies.

I'm fit. Gym 7 days a week.
Well-groomed and clothed.
I've been called handsome.
None of that matters.

I can explain a
thermodynamic chemical equation to you.
And it'd still be easier than for me
to land a date.

I'm going to settle for a woman when I'm 40.
She'll be in her 30s, desperate to conceive.
We'll have some children but no interest in each other.
And that'll be the end of my romantic life.

Wyatt Jun 7

Our youth was our best chance
to make it big and set out
on adventures that last
the rest of our lives.
I missed the train, overslept
and now life's alarm screams
in my ears, reminding me
that I'm in over my head.
I should have stayed in bed.

This news that my adulthood begins with no allies
or a single plan
didn't meet me well.
I'm hiding out now
trying to slip my way
out of this one.
I'll think about it,
the blur that was our youth
when I've withered in my old age.
I should have done more,
now I can't do anything.
I'll write a thousand more
depressing pieces that prove
I still haven't gotten over it
and I still have not even
the slightest clue what to do
at the end of a blur we called youth.


Being 22
And all the things that happen to you
You ain't got a clue where this will take you
But it's the best age, it's really so true

Falling in love
You catch dreams like a dove
You can see your hopes in the sky above
But you trade them again for a couple of $h§7

You may have the best time
And feel really damn fine
You can make it all up and create in your mind
But in the end it's gone for a dime

The best year is over
Better look out for cover
It's all gonna end in a supernova
Just like the luck of my four leaf clover

So baby, please make sure
Never feel too secure
Of the things that happen to you
When you're 22

The best age...?
DblNickel May 16

2 adults strong,
2 little girls silly,
My family adds up to 4,
Reading all day,
Pictures I take,
New adventures galore.

Wrote this in 2014. Only three years ago but feels much further.
Zan Balmore Apr 20

Miriam Marcus struggles up out of bed. She's caught up in blankets and clothing, stuck with a foot in the sheets. Coffee smell. Pungent, slightly sweet, it pulls her by her shoulders, with its body to the door. Then, sharp and deep, scents of a trashcan floating chicken in its own juice punch her in the nose. In the hall, lights flicker. In front, on the couches, bodies pile up, pile over the room. Get caffeine. Dodge the food spoiling happy on tables, counters, and do what you do as you do. Every day.

What's wrong?
Short. Succinct. Acute.
I never even wanted
this picture.
(You did!)
First smell is a fragrance
soft to my nose.
(Sour cream.)
Will I be number 6 in
this two bedroom
forever? Will I
lose my job?
What's wrong?
Short. Succinct. Acute.
I never even wanted
this picture.
(You did!)

You wanted this medication,
baby. You can't tell me different,
though you could try. Bitch,
why you gonna waste my time?
I'm waiting for you, waiting
for you to catch up. While you
play twenties in your thirties
I urge your image using only
raw throated screams, always
unseen behind your head in
floating, incorporeal code!
And it kills that I can't know
(Pour coffee.)
if she'll catch up!
(Ignore it.)
I'll chew her heart into chunks,
(Work day.)
just let me!
I'll eviscerate her, devour her
and shit her out
into a self made five mile hole
in the lonely woods!
Just let me.

Marissa Straw Mar 13

You think about people like that now and then.
People change or they don’t or you think they do but never did.
Circles and circles of what exactly you should talk about.
Sometimes as you’re talking you get those flashes of maybe this could…
But, you remember the silly shit.
The teenaged mind of self-conscious acts, on repeat.
Do I think that maybe I could...
And you get eaten alive by mosquitoes during the day,
And at night during the summertime
The same pavement, the same circle.
You wanna look up at the stars and put yourself far far away
From the past year, the life you thought you were never going to have
But, you can’t because you remember
That I can’t have these times, this life
Of hanging out, lying on the couch
With not a care in the world.

sanch kay Apr 2016

broke, scared, high, uncared - fucked.
too in love with love to let him go.
hands ripping skin around fingernails to shreds.
contemplating the existence of religion and of ambition,
(remember they say work is worship,
your purpose you cannot shun).
fingernails scraping the desperate bones between which a beating heart once bled.
in the shadows of the darkness you see the past -
another second passed, time flying so fast, one cannot last.
treading tip-toe across a tightrope
stretched thin between your rising expectations
and his fla(il)ling patience.
nature’s infinite scream tearing through dimensions, leaving you haunted.
there’s a lot you hoped you’d never be in your twenties.

slow, shallow, low, hollow - stop.
diaphanous landscapes leaking into memory’s slippery crevasses.
no longer aware of the here and now.
battling desperately against reality’s sting.
questioning the bitter metallic aftertaste that punctuates
every seemingly-cheerful conversation.
self-worth slashed into strings of cynicism
hanging around a sorry neck.
inhaling air thick with the dregs of a life
suspended between conflicting timelines.
the past and present collide angrily to disfigure the future.
the past and present, two words that cease to exist in the future.
glassy eyes staring proudly at shattered crutches scattered around cut feet.
there's a lot you never thought you'd be in your twenties.

bold, bitter, brave, better - ready.
ready for the solitary walk,
a lifelong talk with only the voices in your head for company.
ready to dance to the vibrations that distort carefully laid plans.
ready to survive stormy seas on stormy nights
with no lighthouse waiting to shine on.
ready for what's incredible, what's impossible, what's magical;
only not for what's mechanical.
ready to face more no's and less yes's
no heroes and angry villains  
but carry on anyway.
ready to say yes when your ego says no,
ready to say yes when your brain says no;
never ready to say yes when the heart says no.
there's a lot we've become in our twenties.

Shayla Ahrns Dec 2015

We were young
Okay maybe not much younger
Than we are now
I am twenty two and you are too

This is us currently
Our commanilty
And I wonder,
If I was different

Would you love me like I love you?

But damn these questions
And damn your walls!

Remember me now
In love with you

And when we are older
And the lights are going down
Maybe you'll be my side

Or maybe you'll be saying
Damn my walls
And damn all of these no's
And you'll be thinking
About twenty two
"I love you like you loved me
But it got so dark in here
And I wish we were 22, too."

Mia Wallace Dec 2015

I'm still learning how to fill my body.
Let alone the universe
What kind of space do I take up?
Not enough.
The answer is always "not enough".
On the couch I curl my body
Until I'm camouflage.
I sleep alone on my bed
Leaving room for entire cities
I walk down busy streets
Dodging bodies and buildings
Like I might ignite them.
My voice is a cracked window
Down the street from my soul.
In bright rooms
I dance in shades of black and white
With feet that don't quite fill my shoes.
Yet my poems use the reddest colors of the solar system
On pages too small for my pen

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