Teenage

Super teachers
Clever students
Happy environment
Open doors
Open space
Learning is joyful.

What do you see when you look at the sky?
Some see a place where we go when we die
Some see an endless ocean with its white moving life,
an aeroplane cutting through like a knife
but all I see is a deep blue sky

Some see a place so huge and high
Some see the gods looking down at them
while some see the sun as a shining gem
and it is some people’s wildest dreams to fly
in what I see, just a deep blue sky

Happiness is impossible to find
To those who seek it as a whole
Yet it can be found to those inclined
to find it in the smallest of things

The settling ghost of grief’s regret
Sadness is never the same
Once in a while, who isn’t upset
to send it away is the ultimate aim
of one’s short life

Anger is simply a pollutant
To the sweet life, just a tyrant
Or perhaps a reason to make peace
To bring people together
For who can have peace without war
And war without anger

I thirst for more but I feel so stuck
The more I think, my head feels hit by a puck
But why can’t I ever find
The reason I stay stuck in time?

To wish to grow older lets you down
The quicker I age, the more I drown
But why is it that I can’t find my reason to achieve?

So many praises, so many expectations
So many things to weigh on my mind
I known of I try I’ll gain the things I want
I need to stop the laziness and get back to the grind

Nature is sown into you and I
It flows through our veins
But if this connects us together
What is it that separates us?
Because we are two different people,
Whose hearts clash more than water and oil.

If nature is who you are,
You must be a hurricane of pain,
Destroying everything but yourself,
As you drown in your bitter rain
And heavy wind.

You rip apart the most special parts of who you are.
And find a twisted pleasure in deflowering
The most special elements of yourself.
A misshapen storm of branches and petals
Are the only evidence you have,
To prove that you have goodness inside of you
But storms are too much
Aren’t they?

They are uncontrollable
And emotional,
The very things you hate,
The very things you are.
If nature is who I am,
I must be a typhoon of confusion,
As I pick up seas of feelings,
And cry them out through clouds of grief,
That I refuse to let go of.

I’m not as fast as you,
Not as harsh,
Not as well known.
I carry the wind and the waves,
With a grace you could never grow.
You are a product of fiery heat and frustration,
I am as mobile as the water beneath me.
I am a beautiful tragedy,
You are a destructive mess.
Keep taking,
You know nothing better.
I will keep loving,
I know nothing purer.

But I do know,
That if I’m nature,
I am also the dew on the fresh summer grass,
I am in the bird’s song.
My eyes are in the earth,
My lips are in the flowers,
I am a ray of sun,
That not even your darkness could dim.

You will always be stuck in the winter,
Not the snow,
But rather the decaying leaves,
That never receives the peace of sleep,
You will remain frozen in time,
A piece of preserved loneliness,
A reminder of my past,
A warning to my future,
To never forget the nature inside of me.
Love’s nature.

Day after day night after night
My rejections are watching, they bite and they bite
Every girl I crush on rejects me in turn
Every time it happens it burns and it burns
These memories haunt me, they won’t leave me alone
To get them gone I would give up a throne
Whatever I do it happens again and again
If someone won’t love me can I at least have a friend?
The books that I read are the closest to friends
They make me feel better. At least in my head
The people in books suffer no end
I’m lucky I’m not them I always have said
But maybe I’m not, for in the end
They end up happy with at least one new friend

What do I do that makes it go wrong
Is it that I really just don’t belong?
Do they think i am ugly or the complaints I ignore
Is my attitude against me or is it I am not popular
Am I not worthy to have someone there
Someone to care for no matter the fare?
What do I need to do to make it work out
Do I need to tell my attitude to get out?

Throughout my life rejections stalk, a haunting blight
phantoms of dismisal icy fingers clenched tight
Each one a dagger causing me no end of fright
Scars that throb, sting, and bind, Leaving me adrift, no floor to find no matter how hard I try
Will no one see beyond my flaws, and love the broken soul behind these walls? Or am I doomed to forever roam, a specter in this world, forever alone
Loneliness, the only one there, clings.
It’s a heavy weight that stifles and stings.

Solitude’s here,
a suffocating spell, silence screams a deafening hell
I try to hide the wounds inside, the pain I bleed

But do my masks succeed or fail to mislead
The pain and I, a tangled web, Where agony and self are wed.

No beginning, no end in sight,

Trapped in a dance of endless night.

A haunting waltz, a tortured spin,

The lines of suffering, blurred and thin.

In this twisted tango, we entwine, the pain and I, forever fined
In this dance of pain, forever bound, a specter of sorrow, no love to be found.

Rejection’s curse, a fate so grim, hope fades away, the future dim.

Alone I wander, through endless night, forever haunted by loneliness’s might

Never will I be free and struck with fright

The weight of “perfect” always on my back, a constant pressure, a ceaseless attack
In the quest for flawless, I lose my way, yearning for peace, a simpler day
In the mirror i see a face, trapped in the chase, a relentless race, I feel I’ll never ascend or win. Perfections shadow, I’ll never shake.
A heavy shroud, expectations echo painfully loud. Each step I take,
A careful tread, on a path where fear and doubt are fed.
Eyes upon me demanding more, a silent plea, a heart that’s sore.
If my life were a story, my head’s full of worry, page by page, building my rage.
Just for the please of other, and fear of disappointment.
My infinite chase for what needs obtained, causes me stress, agony, and often pain.
In the quiet of my mind, a duty calls,
to meet the standards, to never fall.
Leaders watch with expectant eyes, family’s hopes like stars in skies.
Each task a measure of my worth, a silent struggle, a hidden hurt.
In their gaze, I seek my place,
A constant quest, a tireless chase.

Red poppies grow where soldiers lay,
They fought for peace so we could play.
They left their homes, their friends, their town,
So others wouldn’t be knocked down.

The sky was dark, the world was scared,
But still they fought because they cared.
They dreamed of days when war would end,
And every foe could be a friend.

Now every year, we stop and stand,
With poppies held in every hand.
Two minutes still — no sound, no word —
Just quiet hearts, their courage heard.

We won’t forget what they have done,
They fought so we could see the sun.
And when we live in peace each day,
We thank them in our own small way.

Blue

The loud waves hitting the rocks

Loud gusts of wind

The summery smell of salt

My hair blowing in my face

What is blue?

Somewhere over the rainbow
Are video games
Yet under the ground is my school in Africa
Please send help!