Teenage

Stories exist; Like people
each unique in the way all stories differ
yet can be categorized

A story can provide
an elegant solution
to tie up the loose ends
and weave a Satisfying ending
fantasy can provide
a comforting conclusion
(but can never touch the bounds of reality)

So many are drawn to Tragedies
to horror and conflicts
and I wonder our reasons; our Justifications
for making something that sends a shiver down our spine
or our fascination with reading
books that have tears staining the pages

Perhaps we all have that sliver of sadistic glee
Which we try to stifle in the interests of society
A simple, uncomplicated desire to watch others in pain
And the fact that the words on the page are unreal;
Characters are fictional
Is an excuse to keep our guilty consciences at bay
An excuse to keep away from the disdain of society

Perhaps we create stories
To project ourselves on to others
Who lead far more interesting lives than us
Stories to convince ourselves
that we’re important; that we matter
Even if, statistically,
We wouldn’t even be a fraction of grain relative
To the vast reality of the universe

Whatever Justifications for our actions we give
we make stories
we will make stories
else it is my firm belief
that all minds would collapse

Everything in life is precariously balanced
It’s a wonder it hasn’t collapsed yet
A single change can tip the scale
In an Earth Shattering way
It’s not much of a wonder
Why we have a deep-rooted fear of change
Those who are accepted
Have their place in the world
Those who aren’t
Have their place as well
At the bottom
Along with the dejected
Along with change and differences
Along with the unknown
And everything we’re afraid of

Chatterbox, we used to be called
For we never knew how to stop banter
We had Roles to play
And we played them dutifully
Tactfully dodging around issues
Quips and insults with no bite
Together, we made the world into a cosmic joke
Our masks were our friendship…

And then we Talked
Genuine talk; instead of jokes
We yelled at each other
We complimented each other
Bared our souls together
They say letting people into your heart makes you Closer
It doesn’t
It just makes it awkward

Our previous quips and insults now seemed oddly personal
We couldn’t meet the other’s eyes
We’d say an awkward hello
And proceed to walk in the opposite direction

We Tried to preserve our friendship,
But it was oddly exhausting
Treating each other like porcelain
Silence began its slow, uncomfortable descent
Until we didn’t acknowledge each other anymore

Sets the sun, pitches
the dark. Blink. Rises the sun,
bright light everywhere.

Oh Jessica my love, I love you
My best loving girl
You are so pretty
You are not witty
You glow just like a pearl

You jeer and jest at me, savouring my anguish
Do you think I do not know?
How you feed your insatiable desires by gorging upon my grief
How your body and mind are alike
in the sense that both are starved of sustenance and sagacity

Oh, I understand the satisfaction. the satisfaction in watching you drain of life
as every last drop of your pitiful being spills
My creatures of night devouring every trickle
Oh yes, I understand the blood-lust and vengeance you feel

But what you did to my sisters
my saccharine, naïve sisters
whose only crime was to help you and your
puny, mortal kind
Oh, how you shall pay

You thought you could destroy me
but you forget
fire, my servant, bows down to me
I am fire
my flesh, my blood, my soul
a mere extension of the hellish depths below

Take me to the stake
and the carnage I will leave behind,
the darkness and ruination like Lucifer,
you will silently scream
and I will feast on your sweet sorrow like you do on mine

All witches burn you say
O yes
I will burn

We need to stay home,
to prevent the virus,
wash our hands really clean,
so we stay healthy,
please stay home,
and stay safe

Love is not nice
if you are mean so
be nice

Please, stay home
Please, follow the rules
Please, don’t touch your face
Please, keep safe
Please, stop the spread of COVID 19
Please, please, I beg you
My cousin’s granny died of coronavirus.
Please, do you bit to keep the world lit

Pink, smelly socks are yucky
Ewe, ewe, ewe, ewe
They stink so bad and are really quit rad
Pink, smelly, old socks