#teenyears
It's like you can feel it..
all the bad seeping in
destroying every little good aspect
you've built up in your life
there's just this huge darkness
taking over everything
you cant breathe
and theres nothing you can do about it
it's like you're drowning in your own mind
and you're pushing yourself under the water
everything used to be bright and happy
but at some point in your life
it all turned upside down
you bleed and burn
trying to crawl back to what was
even though you know
there's no going back.
we've all grown up
and it *****
~a.t.w
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Young love,
thinking of
school work,
mean jerks
bullying the weak
drugs freak
parents out
teens pout
for money needed
friends pleaded
no more drinks
before they sink
into amnesia
hospitals induced anesthesia
sneaking out
into the moon’s set route
driving fast
to forget the past
late nights
a city’s lights
shining bright
as friends fight
a good mentality
for the harsh brutality
of our society
creating too much anxiety
for the teens
of a world in between
We are the kids
our parents warned us about
because parents forbid
and teens run out.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
I like to skateboard - one time when I fell, my insides poured. I like to paint the war inside my head. I like to draw the feelings that soak my bed. I often like to watch time pass by. I often like to watch myself cry. I like to be around animals, humans remind me of cannibals. Cannibals tangible. Tangible to the valuables like diagonals. I like to rap, national, animals, actual lag occurs.
I don’t care for males - they have long scales, nails, and tales; and when he exhales, it’s because of the pale stale detail that will soon lead him to jail. I don’t care about speaking; I’m more for feelings leaking, all over a heaping paper for reading with lots of meaning; enough meaning for your breathing to be weakening, then increasing, and tweaking. I don’t care for abuse, ****** youths or fake routes.
I believe in validation; validation to keep the motivation. I believe in imagination - that comes with the frustration of wanting the transformation, transformation of the situation - observation of admiration. I believe in the elevation of the nation. I believe in rationalization of differentiation. I believe in renunciation for victimization. I believe in expressing what’s inside. To provide a guide to what you’ve denied. Denying the defying truth of you trying to stop crying while replying.
The colors that describe me best are orange and green - but, I like every color in between. The colors that describe me best are not important, because, once you hangout with me, you’ll know what I mean. The colors that describe me best are based on what mood I’m in; angry-mad, sad-blue,happy-green, and the rest are to be seen. The colors that describe me best are whatever you think, although, you may need a shrink.
I am a fan of being kind. I am a fan to provide your mind. I am not a fan of being deprived of a way to redefine; redefine a way to confide in someone blind to being kind. I am a fan of having to remind people that you’re alive; life that has been enshrined by the timed mind that smiles will provide. I am a fan of living loud. Loud enough to be proud. Proud of the moments you now surround endow with the feeling of being profound.
I favor the presence of her. Her essence is like an incandescent in my acquiesce decision to take attendance in antidepressants.I favor skateboarding. I favor the wind in my face in the late morning. I favor drawing my thoughts. I favor how we’ve gotten cross. And if they’d throw me to the side it’d be their loss. I favor you, captivating. I favor myself, Infatuating.Infatuating graduating sitting around reevaluating on a Saturday morning.
I get tired of giving. I get tired of living. I get tired of always being willing, forgiving, reliving; reliving things that shouldn’t have happened, bringing back giggling, tearing, flashing, dripping, grinning, smiling...“just kidding”. I get tired of wishing. Wishing I was quitting, wishing I was committing, wishing I wasn't fearing. I get tired of being tired. I get tired of being admired when I've done nothing but inquire a taste for desired.
If I could change one thing about myself it would be how I think. If I could change one thing about myself it would be how I’m on the brink of taking a drink from something very distinct, and not of my instinct. If I could change one thing about myself it would be how I disrespect my mother. I would rather her have another than me. She’s tougher than anyone above her. One day I want to become her. I wish I had been kinder. I wish I had a reminder, to tell me to provide her. Provide her all she needs, and hope she sees I succeed.
I am.... Nugatory.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 1:23 AM UTC