#underage
i ask you to repent, for me
come clean, for me
and tell your dad,
no, i wasn’t 18
i was
mature for my age
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 3:26 AM UTC
sixteen
Innocent and sweet
But only to you
Was I seductive and a treat
seventeen
You said to your mates again
“What I would do to her if she was legal”
What a bad first impression of men
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 12:29 AM UTC
Hidden
I was sheltered all my life.
But then I went to school
I made friends who stabbed me in the back
I learned what pain was
I learned what it was to be bullied
I learned what it was to hide
I learned that when they walk by to sink into the shadows
1st grade
Laughing and joking
Playing and carefree
Friends and playdates
Sleepovers and games
2nd grade
Sitting in silence
Looking at the front board
Some friends who ignored me
Lonely and anxious
3rd grade
Hurt and alone
I don’t even remember
3rd grade was lost in my mind
No friends
And failing hard
4th grade
Alone
Empty
Cold
Feeling wrong
No real friends
5th grade
Trying to fit in
Bullied
Hiding in the bathroom
Crying at recess
6th grade
Fell in love
She hated me
Was bullied more for liking someone that was not who I should like
Hid my feelings
Hid in the shadows
Alone
7th grade
A new friend
Happier
Still bullied
Still sad
Not feeling right in my body
8th grade
Cut my hair
Came out to family
Got a girlfriend
Had two amazing friends
But I was cut
I was broken
Hide in the shadows
Don’t let them see you
Don’t wear short sleeves
Pick up that pice of glass
Burry the blade in my arm
Hurry to the emergency room
Put on suicide watch
Three months later
Eat a peanut that you know your allergic to
Rushed to the emergency room again
Put on an IV for 3 days
Let out
Feeling numb
Cuts slowly grow deeper and deeper
Two months later
Not at school
Won’t answer phone
Friends worried
Still feeling empty
Goes to school
Gets put on watch from resource officer
Feels alone
Can’t breath
Panic attacks in P.E.
Catches feelings for your best friend
School gets canceled due to COVID
Fails all classes 4th quarter
Falls into deep depression
Has mantle break downs
Panic attacks daily
Family downgrades feelings
Summer of 8th grade going into highschool
Starts drinking a lot
Makes it 3 months clean
Not a day clean in August
Cuts get slowly worse, more, and deeper
Breaks up with boyfriend
School starts
Becomes your best friends boyfriend
Comes to school high or drunk
Scares girlfriend
Stressed out and alone
Confused
Waiting to see what happens the rest of the year
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
her faced oozed frangelico;
a sweet reminder that she was top shelf.
you striped her skirt to the floor,
eyeing her chastity belt made of condoms.
unbeknownst to her father, you stole the key.
his shotgun alarmed you but not enough to stop.
the laws about minors stumped you but not enough to stop.
unlocking my belt, she prays.
on her knees.
mouth open.
she carefully places the cross that looms over her bed in the bin.
marriage can wait, this can't.
you realize in the morning God wasn't with you.
but the hole in your ****** was.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
My head is against the hard plastic, my hair softening the uncomfortable edge
I catch a sliver of the snowstorm when I look out, blocked by his silhouette
My hands place themselves on his waist, preparing for the worst
Lips on lips feeling the unequal pressure and my heart feels it's cursed
My chest feels strange as he transfers his kisses and finds my hands
I feel him pressing against me and I sink myself into the stained fabric as far away as I can
My body tenses and my mind tells it to stop but it doesn't understand
His movements are choppy as he tries to explore the new terrain
Does he know this terrain is 17 years young
Because the ground can tell the excavator is at least 21
Teeth collide with my lips and I cringe at the lack of skills for a man
My eyes drift to the snow outside the warm well used minivan
Wishing how badly I could be a snowflake on the other side of the glass
I pull my sweater up
And let him take off my bra clasp by clasp
But I don't want him
I don't want this to last
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
Narrator: I set the scene with a small child,
And a mother who is extremely wild,
When it comes to beating and cheating,
But right now the mothers mood is mild,
Mother asked daughter to go to sleep,
Because this insane child was being mean,
Dad is outside of the room with open ears,
By the end of this, I hope you're laughing with tears,
Maybe you will laugh hard if you are ****** up as I,
Now the story begins, so I'll go for now, goodbye,
Kid: No, I'm not tired, all I want is a lot of candy,
And mom, you're a liar, you said I could stay up and watch Handy Manny,
I want to play with toys, but not with her,
She's mean and annoys and ruffles the fur,
Of my teddy bear, I hate her,
Mom: But she's your sister,
Kid: I don't care,
Dad: Hey, can I barge in for a minute and just say...,
Kid: No, get the **** out or you're gonna get it,
Dad: Okay,
Mom: I said you have to go to sleep or get along with your sister and play,
I really don't want it to be one of those type of days,
Kid: What?, the days where you and dad fight,
About gays and whether or not they have rights,
And other stupid **** that shouldn't cross your mind,
But I'm just a kid in my room so whatever, it's fine,
Mom: I'm not going to allow this type of language,
Kid: But you allow dad to bang some other *****
Mom: How the hell do you know what's going on in our lives?,
Kid: Your words hurt my sister, apparently they're like knives,
I don't care none though, I like the fighting yo,
Almost as much as the guy you **** what's his name again, oh yeah, it's Joe,
And he gets stuck in you every night and he's tamed you,
Is that why dad sleeps in the basement,
And why did you punch dad, you gave him a face dent,
It leaked blood for hours,
Joe's a good replacement,
Mom: He's not a...,
Kid: Sure he is,
He even has kids,
They are probably better than my sister,
We could replace her too, I wouldn't miss her,
Let's **** em' both, cut em' up, and hide them in bags,
Put em' in the shed and clean the ****** mess with some rags,
I've planned this out before,
I've thought it out a thousand times,
I might be in love with gore,
And also speaking in rhymes,
I know I'm only eight but I've slobbed a ****
And rode a rod like...,
Mom: OH MY GOD!,
Kid: Oh, is this jealousy I'm starting to see,
I'm getting more **** than you, yeah, go me,
It's easy to trick kids into the game,
They're all young so it's kind of lame,
But I say my mouths a door and your *** pee's the key,
And if you're lucky I'll let you put the key where your mommy had you,
But hold up, are you a Jew,
Cause I can't **** them,
I'm against them,
Because I'm against people with abnormally large body parts,
Mom: Can we finish this story?,
Kid: I've barely begun to start,
Dad: I've heard everything and I'm very disappointed,
Kid: I know right, moms rude and pointless,
Let's **** her,
Narrator: So that's what they did,
They stabbed her to death,
And when Joe came home,
He met his last breath,
The daughter and father hid them in the shed,
Lived as murderers from this point till' they were dead.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
When I was
seven years old
I crept down our stairs
in the dark
it was just about midnight
on Christmas Eve
and I
wanted to catch Santa Claus
as he put presents
under our tree
When I was
fifteen years old
I laid on his bed
in the dark
it was in the evening
during the summer
and I
nervously waited for him
to shove his *****
inside of me
I hid
near the fireplace
anxiously awaiting an arrival
hands clenched into tight fists
giddy with anticipation
waiting in the dark
I spread
open my legs
feeling pressured and defeated
the TV blared so that
his mom wouldn't hear
my hands clenched into tight fists
I didn't want to touch him
but I
waited in the dark
I didn't see Santa Claus
instead
it was my parents
shoveling presents under
our tree
my verbal exclamation of shock
and betrayal
led to them disciplining me
for sneaking around
in the dark
I didn't look at him
instead
my eyes wandered around
his room
gazing at the guitars and
posters and
the closet and
even the TV
he ********** and
left me there, cold
in the dark
At school,
I told all of my friends
that Santa Claus wasn't real
I wanted everyone to know
the counselor pulled me aside
and said that it wasn't fair
for me to take this
from the other kids
it wasn't right
it wasn't my place
"Let them stay innocent
a little while longer."
I didn't want anyone to know
when I lost
my virginity
tears bubbling at my waterline,
I looked at myself
in disgust
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't right.
It wasn't his place.
Except there was no counselor
for me to speak to
only the sound
of water droplets
falling
as I cried in the shower
I thought that
I lost my innocence
when I found out
that Santa Claus wasn't
real.
But
this IS real
and hurts
so
much
more.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Shocked and appalled to discover the truth -
an adult man who’s always looking at youth;
admiring pictures of girls who are too young,
I feel like this man should be shot at or hung.
We all have preferences and to each their own,
but the law states a person must be full-grown
before you start creeping pics on your phone
otherwise it’s in jail your *** will be thrown.
These girls seem to have zero self-respect
or don’t think about gross men getting *****
at images of their various juvenile parts,
either way, these young girls have no smarts.
I’m sad to say, I thought I knew this man well,
only to discover that he is sickening as Hell.
I’m glad to say, though, that at least I’m aware,
because I’ll do all I can to stop it; I swear.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Baby lives in memories,
his smile lives in broken school-yard promises.
Baby lost himself,
gentle whispering between two boys underage.
Baby cries to sleep at night,
stealing a Corot off the wall to feed a lie.
Baby still has belt scars,
baby still knows the Lord's prayer.
Sunflower boy, bird-boned boy
with ***** knees from church,
patron saint of flush-faced virginity and angel tears.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Those people,
Doing things
That they shouldn't do.
Those people.
By day, oblivious
By night, nuisances
To us.
I feel guilty for even
Saying a word
I feel like a gossipmonger.
But, like all things that seem bitter.
It's for the greater good...
Their greater good.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
i sip from the wineglass
holding the stem as though I am
high class
the liquid splashes into my mouth, waking my tastebuds
the bubbles burn my throat as I
chug and chug and
no - i lightly sip
and wait for the days when it is socially acceptable to my mother
to drink something stronger than red
mountain dew, mixed with juice
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC