#18
Life is a piece of cake....
Unfortunately, mine just happens to be the nasty coconut flavor piece that no one likes and was rubbed all over the bathroom floor.
5d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC
The dream age for many
The age where you can finally be free
At least that's what I thought.
Buying alcohol and cigarettes or answering some stupid questionnaires
Are the only things I'm actually free to do
As long as I live under their roof and need their transport
I will not have freedom
I will not be able to live my life as I please
18 has proven to be just one more age
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to the winter’s snow? Thou art much whiter and more valuable.
Yet February's chill dims snow's bright glow,
But thy deep grace does remain perpetual.
The school kids love the snowman more than you,
They find no joy in lessons or in rhyme;
But wise and elder hearts know what is true,
And see the seeds of figs in wintertime.
King Midas’ gold and all his fame is gone,
For earthly riches are not truly felt;
Like melting snow they vanish in the dawn,
While in my words, your beauty will never melt.
So long Shakespeare's sonnet 18 is read,
So long you will be alive and not dead.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 6:52 AM UTC
I’m no longer 18,
No longer a girl with a smile,
No longer dreaming of a prince,
Nor do I dream of imaginary films
Where life is perfect —
Does this thought even make sense?
Mother, happiness in a small packet.
I’m no longer 18,
Marks on my skin —
Not in the sky.
I crave coffee —
Not bitter, but sweet.
Can I forgive myself,
Even as my words ache?
The bird of self boards the boat —
and I sink.
Mother, I’m no longer 18 —
Forgive me,
How much have I grown
Beneath your watchful eyes?
And no, I’m not 18 —
Because I am 24.
Bitterness.
A poem of mine.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
The hunger I feel, its almost too much to bear.
Flesh on flesh, we love to share.
The pull towards the edge comes deeper and deeper,
She grips down hard, she loves when I tease her.
Her hair so lush, so soft, clean.
She loves when its pulled, it makes her scream.
The fire that's felt burns deep inside,
Mind, body and soul begin to collide.
Her hands and mine, they are intertwined.
She looks at me and whispers "it feels so good inside".
The sweat seeps down, it reaches her lips.
She pulls me in close and says "now s^ck my t^ts".
My tongue, my hands, a mind of their own,
It takes but a second for her to moan.
Whether rough or gentle she is more than capable.
But I must say, her appetite is insatiable.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC
hidden within a seed still unseen,
sleeping underneath safe and sound.
awakened and cloaked with verdant green,
fierce and strong pierce through the ground.
ethereal thunder in waves bring doubts,
a human essence, within unravels.
silent cry echoing in seven bouts,
alas she rose, awakened, truth prevails.
Blooming under moonlight, sun rays alike,
True form reflects inner, shining bright.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
I remember that day
And everything that I felt for you
And everything we wanted to do
I remember the feeling of your hands
On my body
Roaming my mind and my soul
As you caressed my skin
I remember the feeling of your cracked lips
On mine
As we connected
And it felt as if
We were one
I remember the way you looked at me
And how I would duck and shy away
Afraid to let you know
What your gaze did to me
But you knew full well the affect
That you had on my body
My mind
And my soul
I don't regret
The soft carresing touch
The blade to my throat
When I tried to disobey
The way you would choke me
With the hands that
Touched my soul
I don't regret
The teasing for hours
Then when you left me devoured
And after you showered me with the warmth
Of the love you had to give
As you helped me wash myself
Along with you
Under the warm water
Connected still to your body
I remember falling asleep
In your arms
Completely at peace
Until I woke up
And once I left I knew
You had given too much of you
And thats the last I felt
Of your hands roaming my body
But
I don't for a second
Regret
You
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 10:31 AM UTC
I dont wanna turn 18
I don't wanna watch
As all my dreams
Fade and fall
Into the dark
I don't wanna turn 18
Because i know
That once I do
I have to deal with everything
And even more
With the thought of losing
You
I know that once I turn 18
Everything that is easy
Is gonna become
So much
Harder
I have to apply
To get money
Just to survive
I have to beg my mom
To pay
For me to get help
Cuz otherwise
I'm stuck here for life
With no one
To take care
Of me
I have to deal
With the possibility
That I can't receive help
Or funds
And I just become stuck
And i have to deal
With the thought
That if you leave too
I'll become lost
And gross
Because I can't even shower
Or go out anywhere
If you do
If i do receive the supports
That i need
I have to apply
For so many things
A service dog
Money cuz i cant get a job
A careworker
And a friend or two
Because nobody simply
Just wants to be friends
With you when you're this broken
I don't wanna turn 18
Even though
There's more things I
Have access to
Sure I can now
Buy ****
And alcohol
And consume it legally
But I might fall on those
As addictions
Not once in awhile
Supplements
For fun
I'm spending my birthday with
YOU
And I'm happy to
Because I'm happy with
The things we do
But I fear
That may be
The last day
You see me smile
Or even breath
And if I survive
It may be awhile
Before I can truly
Say
That I'm
ALIVE
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 10:27 AM UTC
Oh how he towers over her
Rushing desire and adrenaline
As he makes her kneel at his feet
Lust tastes sweeter from this angle
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 8:01 PM UTC
roaming the streets up late at night,
we kept walking even if its dark.
just followed what feels right,
even if we didn't know where to go.
i remember we're laughing
romanticizing the years,
falling in love and getting drunk,
now im 18 and im terrified.
uncertain about the future
as we long for summer to come back
spent our time distracting ourselves
because we can't be kids again
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
You realize, as you’re sitting on your bed, holding the phone you begged your mommy to buy just months ago, that 18 is so far from 17. 17 was so beautiful; with youth in all its glory and the future just seemed so out of grasp. And yet, you grow and while growing, you make friends that you share your secrets to when dawn peeks, you make decisions that could change your life unknowingly and you fall in love, a love that’s raw and free, a love you can only have at 17. But somehow at 18, you lose the friends through petty fights and those shared secrets were now secrets for strangers, you make the wrong decisions because they were different from the decisions you once made at 17, and you fall out of love, a love you thought would last forever because of empty promises you made when everything seemed possible. 18 is beautiful too, you realize, because you can do all the things you did at 17, but not the way you did at 17. At 18, you make friends and you don’t share your secrets at the wee hours of the night but you share your goals, your passions and funky music you heard on the radio that plays during the late afternoon drives. At 18, you make decisions you never did at 17. It’s scary at first, but you’re no longer 17 and at 18, things are different, you’re more mature and you hold yourself with confidence and you stand up for the decisions you make. At 18, you fall in love again, but not with a boy that reeks of mud and barely has ****** hair, instead, you fall in love with yourself. You fall in love with your stomach that’s not flat, you fall in love with your dainty fingers and you fall in love with the life you created that you never really loved at 17. The phone in your hand dings, it’s a message from a friend you thought you lost at 17: ‘happy birthday.’ The screen blackens because you know you can reply later because when you’re 18, 19 seems so far away.
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
𝐵𝓊𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓎,
𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎
I feel best in my strawberry dress
It's stupid, really
all glee and smile
gee, I acted like a child
It's stupid, really
I thought of nothing
but of my love for you
Godd-mn,
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦,
𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭?
And if it weren't for those times
where impediment
was all I can speak of,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍,
𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛
synthesizing
my weathered hyacinth
into a 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕝
resided by the lake
of your
evergreen field
Be it 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙, 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥,
𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒, or 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚒
No sonnets on earth
is as beautiful
is as grandeur
as God-made poetry;
You.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
I am turning eighteen yet I still don’t know how to be myself. I am turning eighteen yet I don’t want to put my dream on the shelf. I am turning eighteen yet I’m terrified to express my opinion. I am turning eighteen yet the things I haven’t done are a million. I am turning eighteen yet I don’t know how to talk to strangers. I am turning eighteen yet I’ve never been exposed to all of this world's dangers. I am turning eighteen yet I’ve never believed in myself. I am turning eighteen yet I’ve never seen the movie elf. I am turning eighteen yet I've never been with you. I am turning eighteen yet I never have a clue. I am turning eighteen yet I feel like I'm fifteen. I am turning eighteen yet I’ve never learned a routine. I am turning eighteen yet I still sleep with my teddy. I am turning eighteen but I don’t think i am ready.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
I impatiently waited tables
trying to earn enough money
to keep my apartment
filled with cheap beer
and expensive drugs.
There wasn’t much else to do
in that stuffy little town
with one intersection.
The air was fine
as long as you didn’t breathe.
I watched my friends and neighbors
watch me from a close distance,
separated by a parking lot
and an eternity of sins
that no one wanted to talk about.
When I was 18,
I kissed a boy
and told him we were going
to get married some day.
He laughed at me.
I picked out a tux anyway.
It was white. I wanted to wear white.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
She's wearing my jeans,
Whilst I wear her hands on my neck.
18, and emotionally drunk.
Is it cheesy to say I don't want this night to end?
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
One year over
Another gone
Faster still
As time goes on
The hope that life
We will prolong
As we listen
To death's dear song
The music plays
Bittersweet melodies
Of your 18th birthday
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
18
What a strange age
Expected to grow up
Expected to change
But there is a problem
With what they request,
I’m not quite done growing
And I’m still quite a mess
They tell me I’m ready
That I have to move on
Won’t somebody tell me
Where my childhood’s gone?
What are these taxes?
Why must I move out?
If I haven’t the money,
Shall I sleep on the ground?
Nobody told me
How to accept
The loss of my childhood
As a normal event
It may not have been nice
And it may not have been good
And I might have been through stuff
That no child should
But I am not ready
To give it all up
To trade for my hours,
Everyday at a job
I don’t know how to fight it
I’m not sure I can
But at least I am finding
The person I am
At 18 I’m growing
And I’ll keep in my hand
That of another me,
The one of my Past
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC