#eighteen
I Remember, I was twelve.
It was the first time I stayed up the whole night.
Not because I could but because my friend said I couldn't.
Curled with a book, stifling yawn after yawn.
I watched the sun rise
So elated. So naive.
Afterall who'd willingly pass up on sleep if not a child.
I remember I was twelve
Escaping clutches of sweet sleep.
Six years later I lay in bed,
Struggling to call the sleep I pushed away.
Staring aimlessly, frustrated,
screaming into a pillow, clutching it tightly.
6:40am IST
My eyes sting and relentless tears stream from them falling like caresses on my cheek.
I twist, I turn.
I try and try some more,
Then slowly succumb to boredom,
Seeking the sleep I hid from.
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 8:18 PM UTC
i turned eighteen today
the voice in my head had, something to say
“you’ve done so well, 132”
she told me “no one will recognize you”
that was before i lost all self control
looking around i see the ice cream bowl
now all i can do is eat
and eat
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
thirteen days left of summer
i am thirteen thirsty
for genuinity today
served me nothing i am
hungry to be eighteen
in grass that is chrome green
feeling ***** but feeling clean &
not apologising for it
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
I thought that
By the age of eighteen
I would be happy
But I still feel empty
I still scratch my legs until they are red
I still cry in the shower until I am numb
I still havent figured out everything yet.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
On the edge of seventeen,
And on the brink of eighteen.
Wow ain't that a scary truth?
Growing up is such a funny thought;
You're a carefree kid once upon a time,
And then a mature adult on the clock's next chime.
Turn eighteen, they said,
Join the big boys, they said.
But truth is, adulthood is a serious business,
One that comes with bills, and debts, and losses.
It may be my one ticket to freedom and legality,
but it sure is hell carrying all that responsibility.
So thank you sir for the nice offer,
But I don't really want to get involved there.
I'm comfortable here in my naivety,
Where my childish whims are the propriety.
So let my eighteen candles burn bright up ahead,
Cause I'll douse it out without an ounce of dread.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
I am eighteen years old.
That doesn't seem like a lot,
But to me,
It is everything.
Eighteen years is all I've ever known.
Even if I died tomorrow,
Still eighteen.
While that might not seem like much to you.
You are probably not eighteen.
Despite my age,
I have been through a lot.
Some say more than most,
Even then those who are older.
At eight years old I lost my dad.
At eleven years old I lost my mom.
At eighteen years old,
I've learned to be okay with that.
Between eleven and thirteen I was abused.
I eventually escaped and was safe again.
At eighteen years old I am still in fear of this sometimes,
But I am working on that.
At seventeen years old I applied for college.
I was accepted and excited to go.
At eighteen years old I dropped out.
All of the anxiety and illnesses became too much,
But I am working on that.
For eighteen years I've dealt with mental illness.
Currently being called Bipolar,
Manic and depressive episodes are common,
But I am working on that.
In the past eighteen years,
I've learned new things.
I've learned who to trust,
And who to believe.
However,
I am still working on the difference between them.
In eighteen years I've learned to let go.
Toxic or not.
Family or not.
Just letting grudges be free.
I'm still working on that.
In eighteen years I've learned skills.
With the musicals I've been in.
With my writing continuing.
Even better at communicating now.
But yet I am eighteen.
With time hopefully left,
Leaving room to gain new experiences,
Because eighteen isn't a lot.
But I do thank eighteen.
For all that it has taught me.
From being confident,
To being reassured,
And everything in between.
Because I am almost nineteen.
And nineteen is a lot.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
SPARKS,
A KINDLING OF FRIENDSHIP,
HORMONES,
AND JEALOUSY
STARTED A FIRE IN MY HEART.
IS THIS WHAT
EIGHTEEN
IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE?
~
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC
she's the tender glow of the gloomy moon;
pale and vibrant and emphatic
it's her eyes that made this withered garden bloom
this rose's breaths are erratic-
eighteen was her name, her smile was embracing
and her age is my childhood love:
it's always young, and it does not displace
she is coming, she was here
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
When Fabienne plays the harmonica
In that gently abiding way
My head turns ever so slight with memory
And my eyes gleam anew with river sheen
Walking down a path called contentment
I smile, and for a moment stay
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
When I was seventeen
I held onto the destiny,
But now see i’m eighteen
And where I’ve been.
All the mountains,
Seemed Nearby hills
But look I just tumbled down,
From the very top
All bruised and broken.
There’s this wide ocean to dive
But they don’t know
I drowned.
Oh I was just seventeen!
doing everything
I didn’t mean.
But see it’s late... for
Yesterday I turned eighteen
They say, it is summer that
the sun shines the brightest
but they don’t know
It burned too.
it all seemed
so small,
just like a hole
in the gigantic boat,
I overlooked for
I had just turned seventeen
And forgot that
someday I’ll be eighteen.
It was all just a fancy,
a teenage melody,
sweet to taste
but poison to my body.
The carefree vibrant soul
nourished my
seventeen and nothing
was left for the
soon to be eighteen.
Oh what I have been, just
while jumping to the eighteen.
A jump takes you upwards
but mine was directed
only downwards.
Down Down
down with him
they all shouted.
Shouts their faces didn’t shout
but ones only my backs could hear.
Ohh seventeen!!
Ooh eighteen!!
Wish I had a different
Ending to my teen.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
it's your eighteenth birthday
and I just want to say
welcome to adulthood
I hope you like pain
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
In less than 4 hours,
I will be eighteen.
In the last year alone,
I have changed more than in the previous 16 years.
I have learnt that it is okay not to be okay,
that I do not always have to have an answer,
that it is okay to be vulnerable,
that nobody but yourself can make you happy,
that I can express myself without any sound,
that it is okay to lose some friends,
that it is okay to outgrow some other friends,
that I am not one fixed thing and it is okay to change,
that it is okay to be lost at times,
that I have to listen to my soul more than my fears,
and that I still have so much more to learn.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Schools should give out vests
Mass shootings are prevalent
Two thousand eighteen
Eat poison on line
Million view it’s worth the death.
Two thousand eighteen
Last male rhino died.
Say goodbye to white rhinos
Two thousand eighteen
Planet’s surely *******
Earth’s imploding on itself
Two thousand eighteen
Do not show gay pride
Electric shock therapy
Two thousand eighteen
We all will die soon
Death cracks out of his own shell
We are all so ******
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
This is what I am now;
silver hoops and
wet wavy hair.
Naked.
Tan lines and stripy scars.
More bright thoughts than dark.
With a star, a chain and some string.
Broken wrist,
quelque fois je suis triste.
Big big family,
small small dreams.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
"NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"
Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don't have knowledge in keen.
They don't have a driving licence,
As don't have driving sense.
Minors are given just pen and page,
Their life is not more than a cage.
Holiday is not given even on sundays,
As their age is negligible for fundays.
Parents are worried not to get blame,
From minors they just want their fame.
Circumstances are same for every minor,
Parents are just their life designer.
-Sahaj Sabharwal.
-Chowk Chabutra,
-Jammu.
-11th Class.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
eighteen, the year i fell in love and started writing again
the year i wore my heart on my sleeve
the year i was a little more reckless
and a lot more free
i use to hate the color green but soon it was my favorite
because his eyes were a dream
our love was fleeting because of me
3000 miles and a broken heart
i never got to make him feel like pure art
everything is so much sweeter in the dark
love affairs in your car
we gazed up at the stars
and hazel eyes made their way back into my heart
from seven years
to a broken heart
and now, a fresh start
eighteen
it was filled with
love, lust, and many memories
poetry, playlists, and many dreams
eighteen was lovely
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Tomorrow I turn eighteen.
I’ve been living my whole life hating the fact that I was born
And I could’ve sworn that I wasn’t gonna make it this far
I’ve done my fair share of harm
I’ve popped bars and I’ve let loose
I’ve downed my weight in ***** and juice
I feel as though I have tried it all,
I don’t have very far left to fall
I’m tired of the world making me feel so **** small
I think this might be my final call
Eighteen years have come and gone,
In a hell that went on for far too long
I don’t think this is where I belong,
And I don’t think I’ll be around to hear my birthday song
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Simulan natin sa katapusan nang taon,
Naging dahilan nang araw-araw kong pagbangon,
Naalintana ang palagiang paglamon,
At uminit ang Pasko nang kahapon.
“Napakaganda nang buhok mo”, aking bati,
Para sa minimithi kong binibini,
Pagmamahal mo’y sa akin’y biglaang sumapi,
Noon ko ipinagdarasal na makita kita’ng parati.
Humingi nang payo kung kani-kanino,
Upang manatiling aktibo’t ‘di mablangko,
Bagama’t ang kinauukalan mo’y malayo,
‘Di nagtagal, nagkaroon na din nang “tayo”
Araw-araw magkausap simula noong ikalabing-walo nang Enero,
Nagpatuloy hanggang Pebrero pati Marso,
Kadalasang naiisip kapag nag-iisa sa kwarto,
Hanggang sa eskwela, daanan, lansangan, lungsod, barangay’t baryo.
Naputol man ang ating koneksyon,
Hinding-hindi ka mawawala sa ‘king imahinasyon,
Ipinagbawal man upang turuan nang leksyon,
Sa araw-araw ang pag-ibig mo’y aking binabaon.
Pinaghigpitan man’y iginagalang ko
Ang desisyon at pagmamahal nang mga magulang mo,
Sa ika-dieciocho ka pa daw pwedeng magka-novio,
Nag-atubili, sumagot ako nang “opo”.
Lahat daw nang inaantay at pinaghihirapan,
Ay mayroong napakalaking kahalagahan,
Kahit alinma’y sakit ay aking ginampanan,
Upang sumunod lamang sa natatanging kasunduan.
Kaya nandito ako ngayon,
Na may pagmamahal at may mga pagtitiis na naipon,
Nanabik sa pangako nang kahapon,
Sa pangakong uuwi ka sa iyong selebrasyon,
Ngayong ika-siyam nang Pebrero,
Nais kong malaman mo na pag-ibig ko sayo’y ‘di magbabago,
Nag-intay, nagtiis, nahirapan, ngunit ‘di napagod,
Dahil umaapaw ang pagmamahal mula labas hanggang ubod.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
i never thought i would make it this far
i told my mother
what do you mean? she asked
in life I replied
- I never thought I'd make it to eighteen
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
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.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC