Teenage

When you meet someone’s eyes; And fail to look away
Do you wave your arms in a pleasant (but awkward) hello?
Or do you turn around and get on with your day
And think all night about that stranger you barely know?

Do you give them a suave, crooked smile?
Or will an overconfident smirk suffice?
Or maybe I shouldn’t walk the extra mile
Shouldn’t think about it twice

But perhaps if I’m awkward and shy
It’ll be easier, to talk to me
Or maybe I should give an easy-going grin a try
“Hello”, says he

He greeted! He greeted! He greeted!
He made that first, treacherous move!
In the minefield
Now I can just follow his lead!
Okay, what now?!?

You told no lies, no,
But the truths you told
Were they truths at all?
Or just a sweet, sugary coat
For the beast inside

I told no lies, no,
The me, you hold dear
And my humanity
Walk side by side
With the monster you fear

You were smiles and cheers
As you hid your secrets
Your Expressions, all lies!
For you can be the demon or the angel
The two can’t co-exist within

Would you prefer it
If I succumbed to
The unpredictability of
Raw emotions?
Do you let everyone know
Of your beating heart?
Of your darkest parts?
Do you always show
Those ugly things you feel
Those buried parts that feel unreal?
Don’t be a hypocrite!
We all hide things
And we only judge those
Who are caught in lies
When in fact,
We’re all the same, the same,

“Honesty is the best policy”
Said a great man once,
But you were honest, weren’t you?
It was only your omission
That led to this gaping void in my heart

I’ll ask you this once, no more
Have you never lied in your life?

I had thought I had no time to spend
Guilt festered in the hand I did not lend
Why should I give? Why should I share?
Why should I help?! Reality does not care

Those kind words I did not say
The people I did not greet; the friends I did not make
All for the fear of being rejected, cast out!
Too late to regret racing that route

Cowardice led me to cynicism
It takes courage to be an idealist

Cowards are those who survive to the end
But survive and thrive as an idealist
Perhaps you could be happier…?

The gun rests on the tabletop
Blood drips down the wooden legs
Never black and white, like some fictitious fable
For she had sat upon a Powder Keg
Before the bullet was buried inside his head
And when it was, she watched her work wilt
Trying to clear her eyes; her vision of red
Wondered what was wrong; Why she wouldn’t feel guilt

Because, said a tiny voice inside her head
When all she could see were grey walls and prison bars
If you hadn’t killed, you would be dead
Gone from the world, amongst one of the stars

They say that winners are the ones who tell the tale
Gazing out into the dreary darkness of the night
She wondered what it meant to win and fail
She had survived; Yet she felt the bitter taste of defeat

The star twinkled sinisterly beyond the bars
Without motive, without reason, she smiled
And wondered if the corpse had truly won
The star twinkled sinisterly beyond the bars

I kept thinking day by day
My mind kept on wandering
On a million unanswered questions
A vast horizon I still had to conquer
But I was still at the start

I stood there reviewing my failures
wondering about the unknown
The rays of the sun shining upon me
Asking me why I hadn’t yet begun

I won once, failed thrice
I was hopeful first. lost my grip at the last
I was motivated once, then rejected by many
and yet I stood, hoping for a miracle
That would never come

At last I lost hope
I stood on a chair
Ready to tie the rope around my neck
Ready to give up
Finally give up my grip on hope

I looked around me one last time
And saw an anonymous letter
I sighed, and took it
It said, Mistakes makes masterpieces
Imperfections make creativity
Don’t let your failures bury you
Let them inspire you
That letter was an angel in disguise

And then I found out
The true meaning of success
I learned from my failures
I learned to be unique

Sometimes, I wish to get amnesia
To forget the words, you said;
To forget the things you did
To clear out all doubt in my head

Sometimes I wish the waves would come
And wash the filth away
Leave the beach all clean and dry
(Although the dusty sand will stay)

Sometimes I wish you would get amnesia
To forget that harmless thing I said
Forget the things I made you do; I didn’t realize
They cut you, and tore you to shreds

Sometimes I wish we could forget
Start over, with a pleasant hello
Yet if we did, we’d make the same mistakes
People forget forgiveness is an option too

The sky is blue; the grass is green
The winter is cold; summer is hot
Universal facts, I dare not question them
But what of right and wrong?

Murder is bad; friendship is good
Is what we’re told, since we were young
But what of execution to exterminate the vermin?
And the unhealthy friendships that drain you
Have you ever questioned what you’ve been taught?

Questions, questions, questions
Ask the questions no one has ever asked before
For girls would still be inferior to boys if no one had questioned it before
And being with others of the same gender would be a crime

Ask questions, be curious about the world
And even if we don’t arrive at the same answer
On opposing sides, we shall battle and debate
With an open mind

I try to hack the mysteries of my mind
Never found anything, except comfort and love
Am I so afraid of what I’ll find?
Or is comfort and love all I’ve known?

When I picture an emotion, there’s nothing I see
In the vast ocean that lies locked in my head
For it’s stubbornly submerged; in depths I can’t reach
And only petty conflicts allow me to see the surface

Society tells me to dull down my feelings; store them deep inside
Wear mask after mask, until my face is lost in the ocean
Fake smiles, pretty words and polite talk to dim down the feelings

But perhaps I am lucky to have never felt true emotion
Just glimmers of it, in a tantalizing reach
For emotion has a way of showing up
In the most desperate situations

Yes, truly
The mysteries of my mind are love and comfort

I wake up not seeing beautiful gardens
Nor do I smell the sent of nature
Nor do I hear the song of birds

All I can see are the vulture-minded soldiers
People being killed day by day
Children crying helplessly
And all I can do is wait for hope

All I can smell is the blood of victims
The smell of burning bombs
Being thrown here and there
And all I can do is wait for hope

All I hear are the crying sounds of innocence
The powerful shooting of sirens
The roaring laughter of the soldiers
And all I can do is wait for hope

Here I sit in a small hut
In the midst of a battleground
Waiting for a new dawn of hope
A stop to this unstoppable war

All you wish is for luxury
But all I need
Is a night of peaceful sleep

A day when I can see beautiful gardens
A day when I can smell the scent of nature
A day when I can hear the song of birds
But alas! I am far from hope.

The moon
appeared like a big
man’s head,
with glittering white
teeth,
peeping out
of the unblinking blue
sky, smiling
heartily at the village
children;
this big human’s head
of the moon
shooted out from the limitless
ocean in the sky,
with a thousand
wrinkles
on its ghostly brow,
and the children scared
to death,
ran inside the house,
screaming, begging their mothers
to protect them from
the possible
attack of the
moon-monster!