Poem - Teena(n)g(st)ers

parties are no longer fun and games fighting over spilled milk is no longer a serious thing you're weird if you play with dolls, and the word "toy" has an all new meaning    so does everything else deciding every day what you're taking from your closet pants or a shirt, a jacket a skeleton, or your sexuality and which one of those things you want the most attention for you're worried about outdoing each other while you're all out doing each other some even creating new lives within their new lives and not thinking about how it will affect your life, when really, you don't even have one because every move you make is social suicide and you can't choose your friends, because your actions choose them for you the teen age, is teen angst and that's all it'l ever be it'll be the 7/10ths of a decade where you lived more than you should have            the 7/10ths of life you'll remember hating the most            the 7/10ths of a time where you wished you were dead     and the 7/10ths you'd give the world to go back to because the teen age is all angst and that's all it'll ever be.

Poem - Scripted

i still live in a world where snowflakes are potatoes where the sun is really a spotlight and every morning is a curtain call every person you walk past is a character all their own, their parents taking rights as co-authors and ever person near as directors though only you can decide whether you're the protagonist or antagonist or maybe just an extra - for now and that your spin-off is soon to come doesn't it all make sense? since according to the Book, our lives could be truly scripted wardrobe is one of my favorites, hair and make up is a close second because i feel I'm a character myself and if life is really a stage, then to stealing the show is my place maybe this is my big break...

Poem - Finger Swirl

Finger swirl, loving twirl hand embrace, hearts at pace its me and you and it's never untrue a symbol since before we ever met.
finger swirl, feelings-a-whirl minds erase, lost in space its you and me a together, we will never let anyone take that away.
finger swirl, bodies curl unfamiliar place, just in case its me and you and we fit; you knew a destiny if there's one i've ever felt,

Poem - Namesake

it was odd when i noticed your eyes were green i  realized that as much as i love you, that i really hadn't payed enough attention. i never thought about how it might make you feel, that I'm always saying how much i hate my name, when i a your namesake attempting to imagine how many quarters you've given me over the course of nearly a score every time we'd visit a store and now I'm realize you're more than four... and i should have appreciated you more. you were the first person i ever saw the mother of my mother, who saw me before my own mom you were my first best friend, more often, my only one... and despite your good health, i still tear when i think of the chances of you ever meeting my children. because i want you to live forever if anyone could, it would be you i hope you surpass Abraham and i almost hope my mom does too because after everything that's happened, and all that you've been through, if anyone deserves true longevity Grandma, it's you.

Poem - Late Night Fight

i don't deserves the words you give me and i know that i try far too hard       you know       you judge and i don't care for your flaws,        i'd expect you to feel the same but it's unfortunate, for me, you'll never see me for my efforts. and my littlest mistake, you find me so horrid    Bad    Intolerable    Terrible    Childish    Harlot you give me these definitions, and thier simply your connotations and so untrue, because you know i'm true and i wish you'd treat me that way    Catty    Hindering    Immature    Liar    Dear... why do you do it? why do you think i deserve it...

Poem - Friendship Mountain

it was a "once upon a time" a when-we-were-young a 7 year old with a theory told the boy with blue eyes "if you plant a pebble like a seed in the gravel by the wood that it grows into more" he didn't believe me, not until we were both 10 when he pulled me aside at recess after a sad happening and we sat on the wood, and he told me that he remembered and asked me if i did, and he dug a hole, then set the pebble in together, we spread a heet of rocks over the seed it was a sunny friday, in spring that monday, there was a hill of fresh, new rocks s we left the school doors, his blue eyes widened, as did my smile our seed had blossomed into a beatiful mountain and our friendship did as well and i was content in knowing that my philosophy created a gravel hill

Poem - Irrelevance

the sense isn't there no, not for me because i do not understand how you are supposed to create if you aren't allowed to feel.
if you can't, where do you go?                      what do you do?                     what do you see?                                        hear?                                      touch?
                                 if not a heart...
how do i achieve empathy?             possible sympathy?             a type of telepathy? if you can't give others something to relate to
    how do you understand                          each other,                      or anything at all?
call it what you want; feelings | emotions | sentiments | irrelevance      but no matter what,           i think you're wrong.                   that, and beyond.