Teenage

What is colour if not our eyes
What is truth if not our lies
Colour flies but colour dries
Colour deserts our cries
Reminds us of of good times and ties
Like a misty rainbow in cloud-dabbed sky
Colour leaves us when we die.

The one time when death
Is the prettiest sight
The brown
Crunch

Pulls my heart like a
Rubber band. The Yellow
And red
Crunch.

The one time when death
Looks like the front
Of a
Book.

The one time when death
Does not involve the
Tears of
Anyone

Except for Mother.
She cries.

On a certain cold
And rainy day
In the streets of far, far away
On the sidewalk
There was a baby bear
People passed by
And didn’t even care
He kept crying on and on
They all ignored him
And just moved on

His paw was bleeding,
Not a person would help
He was lonely and damp
Dread was all he felt

But suddenly
In the Bear’s despair
Appeared a little girl
With a face so fair,
Lifted the bear
And took him home,
Now he was no longer
Forever alone
She bathed him and fed him
And gave him a hug,
Gave him a kiss
While he slept on the rug

The girl’s unconditional love and care
Reminded the cub of mother bear
His paw now healed and so was his heart
The bear was now supposed to depart

But the bear and girl
Were now best friends
Their love for each other
Had no end,
In a world that once
Seemed so cold,
The baby bear now
Had a love to hold
In this tale that started
From a dirty rain-soaked place
Now ends with a bond
of warmth, love and grace

I want to get on Google again
So I’m doodling while
Eating a noodle

I’m desperate
and feeling separate

Allow it
foul it

I made it rhyme.
so I’m eating a lime.

So put me on Google after my muscles rustled.

Consistently flowing in a stream like stone
Without having my own destination,
Is not who I am.
Accumulating myself in a delta,
Instead of transforming in an enormous rock,
Is not who I am.
Being a part of throng,
Running before people,
Is not who I am.
Working in a 9 to 5 job,
Not approaching my desires,
Is not who I am.
But reaching my destination with valour,
Forming the biggest rock,
Being a leader ,
And accomplishing my desires,
Is who I am.
The world gives us various chances,
But it depends on us whether we achieve it,
Or ignore it.

if you always try your best
then you’ll never have to wonder
what you could have done
if you’d summoned all your thunder .

and if your best was not as good
as you hoped that it would be
you still could say I gave today
all that I had in me

I fly like a dove
I rock, I move
Everybody everybody
going on a groove
See me
See me if you don’t want
Fly like a dove
Fly like a dove
yeah

You see me soaring high
I am going to prove my time
Fly high so you can reach the time
This is what it means to fly
ooh
Fly like a dove
Fly like a dove yeah.

On to the crystalline waters I fall,
A single stain of velvet petals,
Floating onto the colorless sea.

A current carries me,
Under a rosy cluster.

All seeing the current pass,
Bitterly detach from their loving buds,
Landing silently into its clear depths.

The sea no longer bleak,
Is now covered in crimson roses.

Prejudice has control over me
the darkness of words that fight with me.
The loud screams of pain and sorrow
all I have left is tomorrow.

The jigsaw of bad intentions are covering me
maybe one day, one night
I will be in the right.

The loser, helpless, Poindexter they think I am.
Now the head has a tsunami of vexation and despair.
Self-confidence back to zero, and there is no hope to spare.

The hardest thing is walking down the street
with people laughing and mocking me from behind.
The left and right I have to spare, but for when I go those
directions, the people disappear.

Listen what have I done?
I had to escape my country
Not for your jibes
I am a REFUGEE

From head to toe you just criticise
well it’s the kindness you need to maximise.
From the words that spring out your mouth,
The thoughts in my mind turn into a hurricane
This makes me feel very inhumane.

Once I get home, I start to slouch
all of these hurtful words leave me lying on the couch.
Being a bit different is no fun
Because in others eyes you look very dumb.

All of the favourable things I do
to try change the way society pictures things.
All of them enclosed, covered up so it can be ignored
Yet the microscopic bit of bad is the one that gets the attention
that causes so much tension.

Although the smiling may be bright
there are other thoughts that bite.
The comments left by others, not constructive comments,
but the ones that come swirling in your mind during presentations,
and squeal in your ear, telling you your fears are near.

Overcoming obstacles of friendship is the fun part,
Finding someone with a warm heart.
The person that doesn’t discriminate or question
now that’s a good suggestion.

The feeling of not being good enough hits like a meteorite
So, the feeling of melancholy, and downheartedness
freezes you like frostbite.
The tornado of emotions revolving around your head
makes you feel a wave of dread.
Feeling incomplete is brutal,
As it makes people feel the opposite of neutral.

Yes some people can’t control their thoughts,
So it’s up to us to choose
The happiness you’ve always wanted, or the sadness that makes you lose.
So scramble back up to your feet!
Stop feeling incomplete!
And stop feeling defeat!

So we know the words punch hard,
Time to flip the card.
Get a shard of confidence,
And go find a confluence
Be friends forever and have each other’s back
Then one day you can light a match.

(I hope you enjoyed the poem! I was inspired to write about this, due to the fact we were learning about this topic in school, and it made me sad to realise that people were dealing with such pain every day, accepting the fact that it’s part of social -norms. This is why I wrote this, to spread awareness. I spent ages making it from one singular draft, to a bunch of re-drafts until I ended up with this. Please provide some feedback if there are any major issues thank you! 🙂

Just outside the eye of the storm

So close to the calm of it
the peace of it

after fighting forwards for so long

I should be enthralled
drove forwards by the closeness of it
so soon
and I’ll be there

but I’m not

I’m terrified

I become weaker the more I journey

led blindly by the forces of the storm around me

surrounding me

controlling me

or am I just dreaming?

maybe I chose to be here
maybe I want to be here
desperate for the calm in the centre

but the more I stare at it
this so called paradise
the more it becomes a mirage

a false hope

a fake dream

a destination never to be reached

and I run

back the way I came

back against the storm

tears like waterfalls as I defy everything around me

I have to leave my heart behind

too heavy to run with

it would just drag me down.

I grow even wearier as I reach the edge.

finally I fall to the floor

too drained to do much else

but as I lie here
too tired to move
too pained to feel

I look back at the storm
at its howling winds
its splintering rain

and It’s beautiful

maybe this is the eye of the storm

that moment of clarity

that second of peace

and suddenly something unknown within me
moves me forwards

dragging me across the floor
determined to have its way

and although every other inch of me
wants me to go back to the edge;
shouts at me to stop
screams at me to turn around
cries at me to think

I keep moving forward…

led blindly by the force of it…

to the mirage at the centre…

the supposed ‘eye of the storm’