#adults
Since you never came when
I commanded you to come,
You barely came, you barely called.
Today you came late, never on time
Nonetheless, I’m glad you came.
You arrive like a morning star,
My wish finally granted.
Your eyes, an eclipse,
Lighting up my mood.
Your body, a warm temple,
Ready to be praised.
Come on top of the bed,
I’ll come on top of you.
Since you came and I came,
The world is at peace.
Let’s cuddle, kiss, and talk.
I’m sorry I called too early or too late.
I’m sorry I came too early or too late.
Let’s make this phenomenal.
Let’s just come together.
Let’s ride, let’s fly together.
Yell my name before you come,
I’ll shout yours before I come,
And I promise I’ll come on time.
Just promise me, you’ll always come.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 7:15 AM UTC
I don’t want to be revulsed,
I don’t want to fear
I don’t want to hate,
I don’t want to regret
I don’t want to stew in jealousy,
I wish for success
I wish for happiness,
I wish for kindness
I wish for peace,
I wish for love
I long to spread it all,
To the rich and poor
To the children and adults,
To the fortunate
To the unfortunate,
To the lucky and unlucky
All the sorrow in this world,
All the joy in this world
I long to help all,
I long to aid those who need
Those who yearn,
Those who wish,
Those who hope,
I wish for all
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
10-17-25
nyc
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recently, had occasion to dine out at The Shed^
which necessitates safe Passage past Dylan's^
Candy, where everything, including the effusively
happy sales personnel, who implore you politely,
"try everything!that's new in the store"
however. this contradicts two main principles,
when losing self control, cost be ****** (nothing
is cheap here), and every candy of your childhood
is offered up by weight, and sufficient sufficiently
small bags, but truly big enough to do plenty damage,
encourage grabbing two handfuls de min-mas, that holiday,
of each of your
childhood taste buds memory buds
going going gone!r haywire
Will not reveal what we went home with, more than four
bags full; other than to say the munching began
when we climbed into a taxi to take us to our
dark webbed homeward~hiding places
Do not ask me how much I spent, this factoid is
currently unknown to me, for the time being,
As I chose not to look when the " receipt"
was proffered, but the devil and his due
May miss an appointment or two, but
All tallies, CC CONSUMED, all calorie counts
must be recorded
to account for the strange variations in your
imMoral behavior not to mention your – disscaling,
"weigh yourself before any consummation of consumption!"
that morn event calendar prophetic, informs
is resident in the
waiting room of the early mourning
to mock you with an upside crooked smiley face,
and if you should own a scale that talks
to you, like/lie, mine does, one detects
the tone of opprobrium, sneeringly delivered
so I too ask?
Where is the poem
my fine grown-up child?
How do I express my self – loathing, the undoable unknowing,
that we very grown-up adults, weary from endless to do lists
and chains of responsibility, completion of a task,
that dawns upon your overloaded compass of healthy living,
when appily obliterated in pen, the no! no! necessitated, and
additional two more; if only we had beads to count
those might be my numbing mumbling be,
surely much more pleasantly
But I do not; and more astounding than the delicious
Taste of giant jellybeans in unusual flavorss, is my
Amazement at the incredible ease, with which I discarded
My adult disguise
today, I contemplate a visit to the playground,
where slides too narrow, for adult rears,
and climbing challenges a-bound,
likely broken bones are now a much more
likely, dreaded consequence
But I must write this poetry, without reservation,
Confessing my guilt to the entire world of nations,
I consulted the United Nations who only asked me
where such treats were readily available, even
after the bedtime hour of most good children and reprobates
who possess a credit card expense account
the ease with which I digressed from my guru's
summary and profoundly wizzy wisdom nuggets,
ill disturbs the remaining ruins of my complacency,
challenging me
to never return and never forget...
this is not the first lapse, and if I decided on Hail Mary's,
or my chest to pound, Vidui^^ style of Yom Kippur,
while reciting the liturgy of the of all the sins not permitted,
inescapably, confrontationally, I would see Gluttony, be listed,
with no white spaces between the lines and no spaces within
to hide,
This poem would still be written…
I summoned up from my file, all my addictions,
Crimes I've committed, most of which I have not been
found Guilty thereof, other than in the mind, which washes
them clean nightly (hence the record-keeping, less we forget)
Is this a poem? Perhap,
I cannot care; it is the
The Amazing Ease Equatorial line, which I crossed over
the sin no more line, veterinary a moments consideration,
that shocks me, and begs me to confront my absence
*When the would be, used to be, adults
are in the candy store*
They say, tying a little red string about your index finger
can often improve helpful in restraining this youthful
vigor of overlooking and forgetting; sadly I have no red thread
and if such exists in this abode, I do not wish to know
So this is my confessional, having requested all the leftovers
Be distributed to our young grand niece and nephew,
Please spell spare me that guilty accusation,
For I have already added it to the list with serious
nat-known-no!tationals
I-am> , I-was>
the adult
in the room,
the human child...ageless and faceless
in the Candy Store
and the venality of my grievous erroring,
not~now appears on my notifications and reminders,
at random times.
in case the child cries out begging
for the grown up version of forgiveness,
absolution
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
today I looked at my mom and saw the little girl beneath, the little girl just like me, trying to make it through life, pretending to be grown.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
Everyone knows children are usually pure of heart
Moreover, their creativity is almost impossible to beat
So, we should listen to the child within us
Let flow a vast pool of ideas
Pouring back and forth from every corner of the mind
Remember, a child is most willing to bend
This allows him/her to think out of the box
Thereby significantly increasing the chances of success
We must be free and secure, like a child
Even when we grow old
This way, we can always be happy
Even when we don't get our way
Which will happen a number of times
An adult mind is complex
Which often leads him/her to overthink
And once we begin to overthink
We will get trapped in a vicious circle
And in our demons' court, will be the ball
Thus, we will be in a perennial state of anxiety
Even if we embody honesty and integrity
Hence, it is important to encourage the child within us
And follow our instincts
Well, maybe not all the time
But at least from time to time
Because, the child represents freedom
An escape from boredom
And most importantly, flexibility
Which leads to more positivity
And helps get ride of the clutter in our minds
So essential for achieving inner peace
Hence, I will say it once and for all
In the child's court, should be the ball!
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
Eyes on me
Ones that I can clearly see
It gets creepy once I notice multiple of them
Look, I know I'm pretty but that's a bit too far
I see your eyes trained on me
As if you were a nasty beast
Ready to pounce on your prey
It makes it weird since all of them are eyes of a adult
Making me more uncomfortable
Following me to my car
Following me to my home
Following me afar
Following me til I roam
Unsettling
They all seem to have lust in their eyes
Looking at me up and down
They ain't doing it with a frown
Leave me alone
Just a young 12 year old minding my business
If you have a certain bone
Don't talk to me
Simple
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
My world is ablaze
The sky is on fire
I scream for you now,
Please help me, it’s dire
Yet your answer is clear
With no other way
The ending is near
And I know what you’ll say
“Relax, my dear daughter,
for it’s only a phase”
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 12:11 AM UTC
Shadows stay
and shadows fight.
Much like how young ones love flight,
either up in trees
or high in sky
Much like how teenagers have to lie,
either to protect their mind
or to hide
Much like how adults learn to have pride
either in themselves
or for others
Much like how the old have druthers
either for hope of all
or the freedom of death,
and to exhale a dying breath.
so stay or fight,
for I'll find my own light.
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 2:04 PM UTC
Since I'm old enough
to understand adult jokes --
they're disappointing.
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 1:58 AM UTC
Nowhere can it be
safe anymore, look: adults --
too can cry a lot!
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
When I grew out of my adolescence
I lost my crippling thrist to write
I stopped cutting myself in my early 20's;
just like the research articles said I would
Disorder direction, however,
was not the cause of my coping correction
I moved away from rampant tantrums
Sliding down the slope of sufferance
I used to write to externalize my internal desperation
My frustration with the life I was given*
*(Certainly not the choices I've made)
Over a decade of time has aged me
From a helpless girl, to an impassive woman
Submissive to circumstance
Now, I chain bricks to my ankles
And throw myself in the sea of apathy
I will not expend the energy to care,
but rather intentionally strive for indifference
In doing so, I sacrifice my desire to write…
Losing desperation makes me hollow
Then again, helplessness is for children.
I am a woman now.
I no longer crave the ability to describe my emotions
Asking for help is not a viable option anymore
I've tried that long enough
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 9:50 PM UTC
long stretches of disappointing time
have turned you blind
to your dreams
X
well, in this time i have grown my vision
now i play life’s game
with better timing and precision
O
blind as you are
you’ll trip on your past convictions
flat on your face, full of regret
X
i pray
i don’t become blind
the older i get
O
resume to live by my unwise heart
manoeuvre to where
my unsure mind sees best
O
and this is how i see i’ll win,
where you have lost,
in the cruel game of life
O
(3 O’s in a row. I win!)
or
is my youth
my fall
X
and i’m unawarely
walking down the same blinding path
as you
X
will i see
that i’m blind
life has got me outplayed and i lost?
X
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC
Remember that summer
when it was dry and heavy
but in the evening
the breeze would gently
sway the smoke
of your cigarette in my hand
when you were trying
to teach me how not to choke
And I remember coughing
and laughing it off with you,
how smoke had always
been around me
but my lungs were funny
'bout this direct approach
And we talked 'bout everything
from heartbreak, to lovers, to family
And I truly felt wonder
at the simplicity of those moments
and how much they meant to me
So much I look back to them now
when it's winter and I'm alone
missing your warmth, your voice
and itching for a smoke
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
In my experience, most adults have “vanity walls”, usually in their offices, where they hang diplomas, awards, certificates and important pictures. Most parents I know have them.
I like to look carefully at those momentos - they’re like breadcrumbs tracing back through their lives. Some items are expected while others are extraordinary - like pictures of Lisa’s dad playing golf and laughing with famous people.
“It’s a very particular kind of vanity.” Lisa’s dad said, from in back of me, from his office doorway. I almost jumped in surprise - I definitely flinched. I’d become so absorbed in examining his wall that I’d unconsciously inched into his space, like someone stealing into a closed museum exhibit.
I flushed with embarrassment, ”No,” I said, making a hand gesture that swept the area. “I LOVE these kinds of things - I couldn’t resist - I’m sorry!”
He made a “Pssshtt” sound and waved his hand, “You make yourself at home.”
“I want to have a wall someday,” I said. He smilingly turned and with a little backward wave, said, “You will,” as he strolled off to the kitchen, leaving me to continue my tour.
I will.
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 9:12 AM UTC
Why so much violence
Why can't we find peace
Why are you protesting
causing so much destruction
is that really better ?
Breaking windows
spraying hate upon
these walls
Your destroying
people's lives
your turning our
city into a ugly ****** up
mess
How does that get your message across ?
Grow the **** up
and look up protesting
see it's meaning are you reading the meaning ?
It's about using your voice and standing up
Your all acting like brats
hurting others
acting like bullies
that's not protesting
your not getting attention
Your getting us ****** off
I hope you get to feel the
damage your causing
You belong in a cell
Where you can't destroy
and steal and throw
temper tantrums
Where you can't spread
your ugliness
and we can find peace
and find our way ahead
It has to stop
your not proving anything
I know you must be stopped
it has to end
it's no longer about
race or hate
It's about adults who are
acting like children
You need to learn
the meaning
of protesting
You need to build others
up and help people see
there is a way forward
So stop just stop
We can handle this
You need to be taught
a lesson and karma
will handle you soon
I just hope sooner
not later
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
4/17/2021
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
they may carry children
with cotton-candy-tinted glasses,
or adults who nudge the world
to align with their visions,
or the elderly who see a path
of golden light ahead of them,
or animals who always beam
around their fellow humans,
and...
they carry children with shoulders
that know the weight of the world
or adults who see their dreams shattering
all around them like a broken mirror,
or the elderly who can only see gray clouds,
wondering when the darkness will lift,
or animals who are suffocated by the noise
and crave the fresh air and blue skies.
these vessels carry more stories than
the number of stars in this infinite universe.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 1:06 AM UTC
There was something wrong with the adults I always thought
When I was young... when I was little
The Grown Ups
There was something, well something missing in them
They seemed a bit preoccupied, a bit faraway by times,
Maybe it was the great responsibility they had, looking after us
Or running after us, we used run around a lot back then,
Out on the beach under the big blue sky
On our way out to meet the tide
The wonderful colourful houses of the village seen from afar,
With the big chapel on the hill
And the lovely blue mountains of the headland sloping down to the sea
We'd be lost in the joy and excitement of the moment, thinking
"Isn't this wonderful, isn't it amazing, this thing called Life, Wow!!!"
And Mom she'd be there with us, tagging along
And on her face this kind of... kind of lonesome smile
There seemed to be a great sadness in them somewhere
They didn't seem to have the same joy that we had
Etched on their faces was something else, something haunting
Days of struggle and hardship... and pain.
Their own parents had died when they were very young
They used tell me, tell me gravely
"One day, one day we won't be here son"
And you'd go off to school feeling very tearful inside
Hardly able to do your lessons, mulling over those terrible words,
And at night in bed, you'd listen for their voices downstairs
And if you couldn't hear them, you'd get up and sit on the landing listening intently for their spoken words
So as to be reassured, that they were still there,
That they hadn't gone away and left you.
II
The adults they loved to sit and talk and drink tea
We didn't like talking much, that was boring stuff
(We liked the biscuits though)
We wanted to be outside playing, up and about
Yea! We wanted action and adventure instead
Playing games, kicking football up the garden
Running down the wing, shooting for goal, scoring!
O! the thrill of it all,
Or playing soldiers, cowboys and Indians
Or down the beach among the rocks exploring
Whereas we probably lived a lot still in our bodies
And in the thrill of the moment
(I remember I used talk to parts of my body when I was very little, when there was no one else around)
The adults they seemed to live in their heads most of the time
Locked away up there in their lonely towers
Adults I suppose had decisions to make.
Often Mom would find it hard to keep up with us
We could get away with a lot of things with Mom
But it was different though when Dad would come home
Then the atmosphere in the house would change
There'd be this strange tension
The Dads they were strange ones
They were like that Rodin sculpture "The Thinker" (a man bent over thinking)
You'd watch them warily, and move around them very carefully and quietly
You'd have to have your antenna switched on
You didn't know which mood would be on them
Whether they were going to be gentle or flare up like a firestorm.
The Dads they used to drink beer and black stuff, the Guinness
Sometimes they'd give us a sip
Ugh...the taste of it, it'd give you the creeps
You'd think " How do you drink that stuff and Why!!!
It wasn't sweet like orange or lemonade
It was another mystery, the strange world... the strange world of the adults.
(Once while walking along the beach we came across this well dressed young man fast asleep behind the sea wall
Lying on the cold ground, a few empty beer cans beside him
Of course we didn't know yet about people getting drunk
We were very puzzled at this scene, we looked at one another baffled
Why did he want to sleep there for ?
Did he not have a home to go to and a bed to sleep in ?
What we were looking at was the World... the strange world of the adults).
The Dads they were always watching the News and talking politics
Once when we were on holiday down the country at our Auntie's place
We were outside playing football
While my Dad and Uncle were inside drinking and talking politics
Arguing heatedly about who was right and who was wrong
Suddenly they both appeared in the doorway, all smiles and strangely jolly like
They said they wanted to join in, in our game
Something they'd very rarely do
I remember looking at them and thinking
These people...these people are in pain
I was so afraid they might fall and hurt themselves
I thought them that fragile
I was afraid to tackle them properly for the ball
I thought I should only pretend
Should let them win, let them score a goal
"Maybe then," I thought, "maybe then they'd be happy".
III
They seemed to be always trying their best
But being reined in by their limitations
One Christmas I remember, I wanted things, exciting things, toy soldiers, electric cars, a toy gun
They gave me this small model passenger plane, wasn't even a War plane (no fancy machine guns or rockets)
And this cheap little plastic antique globe of the world thing
I looked to see was there any treasure marked on it, but no!
I was so disappointed, these were ****** presents, not what I wanted at all
But when I looked in their faces, at the expectancy there
Them expecting me to be overjoyed and delighted with what I'd got
I felt this huge pity and sorrow for them,
So I smiled back at them and pretended their presents, they were the best presents of all.
IV
There was this tragic sadness about them, the adults
Almost like they weren't feeling the joy anymore, that for them the magic had gone out
Like the little child within them had all but died
You realized that what you were feeling was probably something they no longer felt
They were off lost in some other world
Overrun with cares and worries and fears
Yea, there was something wrong with the adults I always thought
When I was young
When I was small.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Adults turn schools into fortresses.
≠
Children frolic on the rooftops.
Adults tape off the playground.
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Children dig underground hide-outs.
Adults build moats round their friendships.
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Children have fun in the water.
Adults dragoon them into bubbles.
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Children salsa with fairies.
Children blow shapes out of laughter.
≠
Adults **** out the future.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
They clap our backs, nod their heads
Look down and distant smile
When we tug at their t-shirts
And ask to be heard
Their gazes wander, and block their ears
Sneak a look at the television
They sit us down, telling us to talk
And in between, stand up when their phones ring
They tell us that you will do great things some day
That the world rests upon your hands
You will climb to the top and pull each other up
But keep pushing us down instead
They tell us that you are the future
And dive out of our thoughts
They think it is an excuse
For sizing us up, and declaring us not enough
Not yet, they say. Not now, they murmur
Have you ever thought that
We don't want to be the future
Because we need to be the present?
That we don't want to lead the world
But instead, just live in it?
That before we want to do things that are great
We just want to live in a world that is?
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
It seems to me
that as people get older
they mature
not like fine wine
but getting more stale
and more bitter
with each passing year.
Coffee, perhaps?
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 7:07 PM UTC
I know you think I'm not enough to go out to the world
But I might be young but I'm not a child
And I might be reckless but I know where I'm headed
I know that you're the way you are because you love me
But you don't really get me
And I'm not that kid anymore
I've always been a dreamer
though you couldn't tell by the music I play
and you'd always tell me the world was a mess
And I would change the way you saw space
And I wish that you would show me who you are
without all that pretense
But in the end you're the one I can't lose
And I'm the one who'll come back to you
So can we talk another time
Though we'll get nowhere
But you'll still love me anyway
And I love you for that.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
I know I’m meant to feel like the world is an oyster I have yet to crack, like the guts and savory things of life lie just beyond this seemingly impassable barrier of youth.
I am meant to love myself to love others, expected to be grown up but humble; for I am a child in a room full of adults whose legs are trees and I am a sapling not tall enough to reach the rays of sunlight that are experience and wisdom. But how am I to grow if you keep me in the shade. When will I be tall enough if you starve me with words of discouragement, deny me the promise that something lies beyond the world I know now. How will I ever reach for the skies when you tell me this is the best it gets. That I should be grateful for the lack of responsibility I have.
“Oh hush little sapling, you know nothing of the world beyond this grove.” But I know what it feels like to have storms sweep through, I have felt lightning on my skin as I witness injustice, and shameful rain as I stay rooted to the ground. I beg of you let me through! Part your branches so I may shoot forward into the sky, sing me songs of luck as I climb higher and higher, no longer sapling but great redwood, my skin may grow rough but I will grow richer; in all the things one needs for happiness. Rich in love. Rich in passion. Rich in character and empathy.
I will relish those savory things of life as they spill out before me, work to catch them before they are swallowed up by the unfortunate decomposition that happens to all missed opportunities.
And when you are tired and sunburnt, let me give you shade as you gave me, a great redwood child holding the sun up with her branches and the world down with her roots.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
A lost minor in the mall.
An abused child in the house.
A neglected boy in the world.
A lost boy in Neverland.
Big bad wolf, howling orders.
Mummified monster, dry smiles.
Frigid rigid winter yeti, ice embraces.
General parent, straight salutes.
House of dreams.
Land of imagination.
Kingdom of make-believe.
Imagica, Fantasia, Traumland.
An escape, a path, a relief.
Hypnos, watch over him.
Morpheus, bless him.
Epiales, stay away.
Where scars can't be seen,
sticks and words can't hurt,
wounds can't bleed.
Only engels reside,
erwachsene demons, be ******
Go back to Dante's hell, neun kreise,
continue your corruption of the Earth.
Your trauma killed them, their Träume saved them.
At least, leave them free here.
Melatonin, save them before it's too late.
Hypnos has to come himself
to put the kids to sleep, Lullaby.
Twinkle, twinkle, lost boy,
how I wonder how you are?
Up above the hell so high,
like an angel in the sky.
My hope is
for you all to reach
land of your dreams.
Lost boys, forever, be lost.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
I wish adults still understood what it was like to be our age because yes, I'm going through phases and relationships and change and I smell disgusting and I am going through depression and I am transgender and discovering what that means and learning what it means to be a person, something that some people never learn. I don't understand why the people who seem to care about me aren't the same people I want to visit constantly. I don't understand the concept of 'blood is thicker than water' when the full phrase is 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb' and why adults use this to their advantage. It's not unhealthy to want to have a social life and go hang out with people all the time. These are the same adults that say I don't get out much and need to hang out with people more often on the occasion that I'm not doing anything. The same adults that have convinced me that I need to go to college and simultaneously have fifty-plus years of experience for a decent paying company to employ me. The same adults who have given me such a crippling anxiety and fear of the unknown that I've cried multiple times over homework thinking that not being able to understand quadratic equations will be my undoing, that there's no way I'm going to college now. I am so terrified to not go to college, yet I find myself unable to think of what exactly I want to do. Rather than letting me figure it out eventually, I am being rushed into roles that I don't even understand yet. I am being scared shitless over things that I don't need to worry about for years. I am being convinced not to legally change my name until after college because otherwise my boomer aunt and uncle won't pay my college funds. It feels like I'm being forced back into the closet, forced into a career that I may or may not enjoy doing for the rest of my life, forced into both solitude and society according to my parent's terms, forced into something I don't understand. This is not consensual. This is far from okay.
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC