Teenage

Big, loud, Samurais
Small, quiet, silver, jetpacks
They crash in heaven

There was a boy that lived so far away

He was cranking all day

He played creative all day.

And had no life.

You woke up to play
You want to play all day
Your dad is not here to play
Your friends are not here today

You wait all day to play
Your dad is here now, you try to play
He says I’m not here to play
Then he spanks you all day

There once was an orphan named Alakba
He played all day
Then one day he passed away
From pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
A very bad disease.

There was a boy named Rinzen.

He spent his time all-day

He played Fortnite all-day

And his father was not around to play.

Oh why do I feel this way?
When I got my life in control
but I can’t keep up with it,
I need to go faster.
Oh why do I feel this way?!
When I’m happy and content,
when I’m finally getting a grip,
but I come back to square one
oh oh oh why do I keep feeling like this?
I’ve got family and friends
I got people that care
but I can’t shake off
the experience I’ve had!
I just need to run away,
where I’m all alone and at peace,
but I don’t want to worry anyone,
oh why do I feel this way???

I have some boisterous oysters
Billy, Bob and Bamby
They are baby boisterous oysters
that barely run away.

Billy, Bob and Bamby
bounce around all day
breaking brass band instruments
they are not allowed to stay.

Billy, Bob and Bamby
are as bad as bad can be
they always bounce around me
when I drink iced tea.

My baby boisterous oysters
may be bad, but hey!
I love my baby boisterous oysters.
I hope they never go away!

In the Garden of Paints, memories are coloured and stars are drawn.
In the Closet of Hopes, wishes are formed and fantasies are discovered.
In the Drawer of Dreams, pictures are kept for all to see.
In the Shower of Jealousy, somebody craves what’s not theirs.
In the House of Blankets, warmth is stored and happiness held.
In the Cupboard of Pencils, thoughts are shared and images are placed.

Upon the soft, scented grass,
I gently spread out the blanket,
I let my body rest on the earth,
I scanned the lucid, moonlit sky.

Some stars shimmied,
Some stars dazzled,
Some stars sparkled,
Some stars danced.

How would it feel to be a star,
Everyone watching you from afar,
Would you be content with your existence,
Billions of eyes admiring from a distance?

I fell asleep right then and there,
Wondering what it’s like to twinkle in the air.
Do stars enjoy being the spotlights?
Do stars wish there were more cloudy nights?

I like to dream, but unfortunately, this is no dream,
I wonder what would happen if I wasn’t here that day,
I wonder if I could still be able to meet my friends
or text my sister,
or hug my parents.
But that wasn’t what fate wanted to do with me.
Well, fate you say,
fate is what put me in this coffin,
fate is what made my brother join me with his own coffin,
fate is what got my dad drunk,
and abusive.
But what I wished most of all,
is why fate decided it should take you away, sis.
Just what if I wasn’t in that day.
what if that man hadn’t come into the room.
But I can’t change that now.
So, with my closing announcement,
I didn’t want to leave you alone, mum,
I didn’t want to put you into your problem, dad,
I didn’t want to put you into depression, sis.
and I wish that man didn’t put you in my situation, brother.