#teenangst
In the company of familiar strangers,
The type you know like a ranger,
Or that with the spirit of a teenager,
Not knowing or completely identifying,
But still ****** with through consequence and conceptualizing.
Though some take the form of friendly faces,
Others take form like that of a nightmare that makes you walk in paces,
Reminding you of the turmoil inside your mind,
The fight between your perception and what you find,
What you see in the mirror and what you hide behind,
Finding the faces chase you with ideas they do not underpine
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
I crave my mothers motivation....
I pray for my siblings energy.
I ran to dark corners.
I hide in my music.
I stare at the razor...
But I do not cut.
I google " Sad quotes".
I google "Depression facts".
I google " Teen angst", " Depression symptoms",
"Sad drawings", "Love quotes", " Heart break"...
And I stare for hours on end.
THIS is teen angst.
It's not parties.
It's not drinking or drugs or trouble.
Its sitting here wanting what I cant have
and knowing it doesn't get better
and crying because it wont go away
and because no one really understands how I feel.
its not the same.
This and more is teen angst....get it right.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
prison walls enclose sky
darkness sparks pyre
definite
articles get cut out
where rivers empty
into bitter oceans
where mix
morbid metaphors
of narcissism
to test my dead flesh
in vacated premises
condemned to destruction
blade as absent tenant
insert line about cutting here
then murmur teenage angst
over lost boyfriend
lifes meaninglessness etc
add some more weird
unpunctuated lines
oozing like a mediocre
razor ****
no caps even
then arbitrarily bold something
as if you knew what the hell
you were blathering on about
holy band-aid batman
my poetry *****
(does yours ? )
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
i dream about your lips...
...they look nice
pleasantly pink and supple
delectable even
i’m sure they’ll feel so wonderful
placed delicately upon mine
i indulge in the thought of your touch
(warm and safe)
curled up at your side
breathing you in
your scent unknown to me
something i’m eager to decipher
once i am released from this cage
i promise to devour you
every inch of your body
no secrets between our skin
and if you so choose
...no clothes either...
just pure ecstasy
produced by the entanglement
of unveiled bodies
and teen angst
i fantasise about love
and how we might make it
time and time again
beside the purest of touch
(a soft embrace)
never forgetting it began with a song
and grew with isolation
cultivating longing
strengthening our bond...
...good enough...
...until the day i can hold your hand
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
PARENTS,
Let go 'cause you're wrong...
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
PARENT'S,
It's time now I'm gone.
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
I FIGURED OUT,
ALL THAT WAS WRONG!
I'm going out,
with my Pride and my Song,
I love you,
but I got it goin' on.
PARENT'S
I'm sorry we're done,
EVERYTHING
is new 'under-the-Sun';
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
<musical break>
Jesus ain't
here/but I am!
Momma,
I am a Man,
'Change-the world'
that is my plan...
because,
<musical break>
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
PARENT'S
listen to my song,
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
COME ON!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
MOMMA!
I got it goin' on,
Everyone...
Teen's with a song,
Hear us,
WE GOT IT GOIN' ON!
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
GOD I'M COMING!
AND THIS IS MY SONG!
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
COME ON!
We got it goin' on,
come on,
we got it goin' on...
come on,
we got it goin' on...
Momma we got it goin' on...
fade out
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
I'll hug you because I love you
You'll use me because you want to
There's nothing left so take what you need
Pay no mind to how I bleed
I'll kiss you because I need it
You'll abuse me because you need a hit
Scream and cry; it's all in my mind
I look so broken and you wonder why
I'll **** you because I'm lonely
You'll **** me because I'm your one and only
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Pitty darling, how much you love me.
You must not be able to see me truly.
Come here, perhaps you'll see dear;
There's a monster in my mirror.
I look pretty? I know, I'll eat you alive.
Oh honey, get out before you die.
Come love me if you dare,
You'll find out, I swear.
This siren knows how to stay hidden.
To love such a monster should be forbidden.
I push you away but you draw ever nearer.
You're not seeing any clearer.
There's a monster in my mirror!
Why can't you see dear?
You should have gone, but now you're in.
You're a petty fool; you cannot win.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all
Over here, solitude consumes
The group of friends
The books and pens
But over here, the loneliness fumes
The teacher preached, "It's not fair"
Oh the longing
The dramatic sobbing
Here I sit, forced to stare.
Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
You...are my drug
Not in a good sense
You get me high, higher than the sky but it's
the crash, the crash that I
remember.
I see you and it's like you're
injected into my blood.
And at first I don't feel anything
But then....
Then comes the dialation
Perspiration
Quickening of the heart
There's a quiet thudding in my ears
and I can't quite concentrate
It feels so great to be around you
but when we separate
I crash.
I hate myself for wanting you
The eyes contract to normal
And the cold sweat dries
The pounding in my ears
goes quiet
and I'm left with my thoughts,
Thoughts of loathing.
I hate how you make me
Happy.
I hate your side effects,
you ****** drug,
And
I
Hate
You
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
People don't change;
I'll still have Bukowski quotes
written on my ribcage
in Sharpie.
Chlorine will go straight into
my nose whenever someone
mentions drowning,
or hating life in general.
Jokes about surf punk and Arizona tea,
everything I've done in the past year
has grown stale. I use the same
three words to describe my feelings.
Things don't change;
my apologies are still faux.
I never felt grief about that death,
or all those car accidents and overdoses.
Radio pop songs derive catharsis,
but I use one pretentious band or two
to combat that. It does nothing,
I am nothing,
or something like that.
Everything won't change;
except for feelings, emotions,
point of views, personal contacts,
and my habit of texting back.
I'll say a bunch of Beatnik quotes
and freak out over small things,
the latest post punk song will be
spray painted in the school's parking lot.
I'll still hate the smell of Chlorine,
but love the thought of memories.
Love the thought of moving on
and the idea of things ending
for a good reason.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
I figured it out
They're ashamed
They want me to hide
Sorry mom, but I have to say no
I am who I am
Deal with it
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC