Posts Tagged ‘teenage’

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5.28.12

May 28, 2012

Amidst the sea of images that haunt these halls
I see faces
And memories
And thoughts
Bring about a sense of analysis
That brings one back to what truly matters

And while that’s different for everyone
It helps everyone to realize what we want most from life
What we find is missing
What we miss
And to realize what we can do to see a warmer tomorrow

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3.17.11

March 17, 2011

One step back
before taking two steps forward
like the minute-hand on the clock

Back, then forth.

Fall, then rise.

Cry, then laugh.

Back, then forth.

Illegal to move forward
in simplicity?

Find a black hole,
appear ahead with no fall or cry

Sights set ahead,
strain and tension in my arms
as my fists are clenched
and my nails dig into my palms
and my feet push
but all I feel is a pull.

Call me a rebel,
but my desires aren’t on the menu.

One order of forth, no back please.

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2-23-11

February 23, 2011

Crisp mascara
and burnt red lipstick

A changing me
and a gaining of you

But what if I didn’t
what if I stayed the same?

Would I still gain you?
Or would it be losing what I never had?

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2.22.11

February 22, 2011

Breeze is coming in
and the curtains flow,
but the windows are still.

Children are laughing
and their smiles are being lit,
but their parents don’t notice.

Birds are flying,
and they’re uniformly moving,
but no one looks up.

Flowers are pollinated,
and start to bloom,
but no one stops to notice.

My mind is busy
and I’m exploding to share,
but no one has the time.

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2.21.11

February 21, 2011

Clear,
foggy,
rested,
thoughts.

And then there’s lightening.
A doubt.

There’s a doubt in my mind,
and I can’t let it go.
It clings to every word,
phrase,
thought,
and it won’t let go.

It’s sucking the positivity
out of me,
and I, I can’t breathe.

I want reassurance,
I want this dreadful thing to go away.
This doubt is not welcome.

Talk to me,
reassure me,
so this doubt can go away;
and again,
we can be smooth sailing.

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2.20.11

February 20, 2011

Words.

A few letters
strung up together,
and they’re supposed to express
the rainbow in my heart?

The thunder in my brain,
the numbness in my fingers,
the pep in my step,
and the ignition of my smile?

No, these words are useless,
words that sit there
and reveal only certain parts of the puzzle,
not the whole picture,
sometimes not even most.

I look and I want to speak,
I want to tell you how I feel,
but the world is judging
and I can’t grasp the right words,
and time is passing,
and emotions are flowing,
and it’s gone.

The moment’s passed,
and it’s too late.

It’s gone.

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6.10.10

June 10, 2010

These halls are haunting,
my soul is shaking,
my thoughts are bothered,
I’m no longer myself.

What have I turned into?
I don’t recognize my reflection.
These halls have changed me,
I don’t think it’s for the better.

It’s not just these halls,
but the people inside them,
and the desks,
and doors,
and lockers,
and books,
and pencils,
and pens,
and erasers,
and air.

It’s the idea of these halls,
the routine days,
overrated drama,
peer pressure,
anorexia,
and self-identification.

These halls have changed me,
but in the end they will have helped me.

I’m finding myself,
and these halls will help me.