Teenage

it breaks at times,
how should I cope?
it feels like roses are already dead
and violets are left with no hope.

it’s afraid of speaking what it feels
and so, it decided to write.
it’s terrifying to see it break
and see it cry every night.

it beats faster with every thought,
and screams a little more loudly with another one,
no, my screams never got lost in those voices around
they are just ignored by this world.

it calms me down every night
and asks me to not weep
enough, enough of overthinking today
its 3 am
shh…. go back to sleep.

credits- Palak Jatwani

why are they always asked to be tough
and not cry when they feel low?
the world will laugh, they say.
and that’s why they are asked to not show.

they never express how they really feel
but trust me even boys weep alone at night.
tears are not gender-specific,
even he needs his space to feel light.

it’s not just me and you,
but every human has their own thing.
boys are emotionless,
is what this world thinks.

it’s just he’s good at hiding his pain
but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t ache.
even boys shatter, even boys suffer
even boys cry when they break.

when he is asked to take all the load
why is he not allowed to even weep?
why do we ignore him when he expresses?
when he’s the one sacrificing his sleep.

don’t ignore them, be the shoulder they need.
yes, boys do cry when they break apart.
they are human after all
and every human has a heart.

When you are sick in the stomach
Full of ideas floating freely in
That unreliable hunk of meat
Which lies inside your skull
Physically sick
Vomiting ink onto paper
Abstract words and concepts
Storms inside the brain
Are the worst

Once upon a time
When she lived on Mars
An alien asked
“How can we recognize an Earthling?”

Then she smiled and said,
“They look very nice ,
Their smile looks very bright,
But they swear before they lie.”

You are my best friend; you belong in my heart.
We go through ups and downs, but still nothing can tear us apart.
I know you as a sister, and I will always care.
Love, respect, and trust are the things we share.

I know you as a person; I especially know you as a friend.
Our friendship is something that will never end.
Right now, this second, this minute, this day,
Our sisterhood is here, is here to stay.

My friendship with you is special and true.
When we are together, we stick like glue.
When I’m in the darkness that needs some light,
When you’re by my side, I know things are all right.

Our friendship is so strong; it breaks down bars.
Our friendship is also bright, like the sun and the stars.
If we were in a competition for friendships, we would get a gold,
Because responsibility and cleverness are the keys we hold.

I met you as a stranger, took you as a friend.
I hope our long friendship will never end.
Our friendship is like a magnet; it pulls us together,
Because no matter where we are, our friendship will last forever!

I love school
because it’s really cool
It has no fools
and no one cruel
So it’s practically
a perfect school

Something that shines like a star is a diamond, valuable and rare
The criminals start to stare at you while you stand there
Shining like a diamond in the sky as you start to wonder
Is a diamond a star because they shine like a beautiful diamond.

They say they want to know you, they say they have all the time for you

I laugh and they think I am crazy.
They don’t know the meaning of my laughter.
They don’t know that everything I say and do is a riddle.

If they want to “know” and “understand “ me all they need is to solve it.
That is the key.

You would expect them to understand you by now, you would expect after all this time
they are confident to talk about one aspect in your life with confidence
to the extent that it makes you teary.

You want to know me. Solve my riddle.

I want to tell them about me,
I want spill everything but I hold onto it for some reason.
It’s like my safe heaven,
If you want me to share you need to solve the riddle

Ignored
Neglected
And
Sad
Walking around
Nobody there
Walking and no talking
She hid in the shadows
Buried her pain
Only to be forgotten again

My secret lives in the open,
I wear it like a watch
but no one notices,
It’s light and it’s a blast.

My secret makes me not want to share it,
It makes me feel free,
but if it comes out,
It becomes pessimistic and stinky.

My secret would be brown like the combination of all,
Still being unique though,
It’s not able to manifest as an object
Because it has always lived with an open door.