Eighteen―no,
Age is just a number.
Like the page number of a book, her story, her life;
It doesn't matter.
The ending doesn't matter.
The beginning doesn't either.

I read her in chapters, in scenes, in words:
she lives in each and every one.
She is not merely the main character,
she is the plot herself.
And I picture her in my head,
Through mundane moments, rocky cliffs, twisty plots;
She endures.

I don't want to reach or read the ending.
I want to keep reading,
keep browsing through the pages of her.
I want her
to keep writing.
To keep living.

To Koreen:
Thank you and I love you.
Eighteen is an end but also a beginning.
Your next chapter awaits!

Why weep young one?
You were just born
No scars or impurities to mourn
The inside of you is completely pure
With love to give, and insure
With the light of innocence to flow
Wipe those tears, and save them for the years to go.

Hades 2d

What if this attention or what mortals called fame,
Vanish all of a sudden, will you still stay the same?

What if time slowly takes my voice away,
Will you turn your back and finally stay away?

What if life keeps me under the soil of the earth,
Will you ever voice out all the pieces I've written for the youth?

I'm a small pilgrim of the earth,
I'm the most trusted of the Deities
I'm the enemy of the mother planet
A tiny dust breathing under the vast skies,
Soon I will die and be one with the ground
And fade away like the sunset,
Letting the dusk that they call death
Take over and be in union with the night sky.

I'm young-
So I sing of youth
Every niceness is beloved
So I would like to be nice.

I'm young-
I dream of new earth
Every success is glad
So I'd like to get success.

I'm young-
So I sing of courage
Every mind is insatiable
So I'd like to be boundless.

I'm young-
So I do afar voyage
Every mission is impossible
So I’d like to be braveness.

I'm young-
So I sing of the morning
Every spring is blooming
So I’d like to get freshness.

I'm young-
So I sing for shining
Every new day is grooming
So I would like to be endless.

I'm young-
So I break with the dark
Every light is a blessing
So I’d like to be gorgeous.

I'm young-
So I do like the spark
Every win is cheering
So I’d like to be victorious.

I'm young-
So I do try up to the bone
Every wish is like an ocean
So I’d like to be audacious.

I'm young-
So I love everyone
Every caste is human
So I’d like to be gracious.

I'm young-
So I do love you
Every love is pure
So I’d like to be sweet lover.

I'm young-
So I do ask you
Every relation looks future
So I would like to be closer.

Will run
tamia 6d

together we watched sunsets
more than senseless television shows
in our minds we mapped escape routes
on the empty roads that wound on and on
the uniform houses with plain walls
made the city feel so far away
when that was where we wanted to be
all we ever knew were the same little stores
and lifeless gasoline stations
but with the lack of life around us
we were still storms brewing in our bedrooms
painting the grey town with the colors
of knowing we belonged in other places
and indulgence in undying dreams

I’m enjoying being twenty,

And don’t want to wish away my youth,

But I look Forward to being wizened,

And no longer so uncouth.


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Josh 6d

I would look even if it burns my eyes. Unlike the sun, you can grow brighter. You are smouldering coals. But darling, some day you'll be a blazing fire. And I've always wanted a funeral pyre.

tamia Jul 16

far away but you still hurt me
and still i
slip into the silk of your familiarity
whenever you come close
and i release
all anger
all hurt
i forget my senses
and all i see is you
and not the hands of your ignorance
that could've choked me to death before when i allowed you to.
it shouldn't be like this
you shouldn't be able to take my heart anymore
(i'm a big girl now, i thought i've learned)
but you do
and i don't wanna love you

I don't think I'll ever love you but if you want the rain I'll be a thunderstorm
& if you prefer the warmer weather I'll burn so you can see the light of day
I'm not saying you'll ever be the one but I'm so used to all of these thoughts making me crazy
and with you I swear I never think at all
maybe I stopped believing in soulmates a while ago
but if there's such thing as bodies meant to dance and lips meant to touch
I think that's you and I

Ruzica Matic Jul 15

pigeons still
wait for meals
by that bench
where sun once grew
in tufts of gold

girls skipping classes
to window shop
their scarves wild
and their nails chipped

tough boys go out and smoke
and cough and dance
and act brave
and cut their hair
in the dark

and words of a new language
tumble down our tongues
head over heels
tasting strange
but falling into place
after all

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