Teenage

Strolling on the pavement
Giddy senses aroused in my heart
Feelings of new experiences
Beneath vast buildings towering over
Pitter patter of broken dreams
Hopeful thoughts of new ones
A small piece in a large puzzle
Perspective is everything
One slim part of this giant city
New beginnings and various ends
Hopes and dreams beginning
Tragedy binds it all together
Successes awaken it
Billions of threads intertwined
An energy all of its own
The city that never sleeps
Constantly moving
The big apple
Voices of 8.4 million
Laughs and cries escaping
The concrete jungle
New York City

Like an angel sent from above
She saved me and gave me love
She saw goodness in me when no one could
Helped me survive when no one would
She saw the pain that was drowning me
How broken I was she was able to see

She picked up the pieces though her hand was cut
Though she bled she didn’t stop, she said it hurt but,
“You’re worth it,” She whispered to me
“From this darkness I promise I’ll set you free
Just close your eyes I’m right here.
I’ll never let go I swear, my dear.”

It hurt me to see her try
Because I knew I could only make her cry.
For sadly I was not the prince; I was the shark
I’d only make her light turn to dark
I was a monster that no one could tame
No matter what I’d still remain the same.

So I thought of her and further I tried to push her away
Even though it hurt to be separated even for a day.
Tortured by my painful past
I thought each night was my last
But she never gave up and back she came
The beast inside me she could finally tame

With her beauty and kindness she could heal
All the scars and wounds and I could finally feel.
She cleansed my soul and bones
My beautiful savior Julie Ann Jones

Look at me,
I may be poor,
But I am the chief of my people,

I may be young, but I always act mature.

I do not need riches,
We just want peace and kindness,
But some people are obscured by sin,
So them sins give them blindness.

We don’t have education
But we still are clever ,
We have enough inspiration,
All of it to inspire the next generation.

We may not have food and water
But we are still keeping our heads high,
Even though we may die,
We know we will see God really up high.

Look at me, I am the chief of my people,
I will always keep my spirits high,
Even though it is my time
Now I must die

Silence is my best option because I don’t wanna step,
better yet get lost in a dark world I just don’t belong in.
This world is full of sin and they know exactly what they’re doing,
they feed you lies as they smile at you with a mischievous grin,
and we eat it up like we can’t wait to eat again,
it’s surprising how many people will pretend to be your friend
just to rip out your heart and leave you wishing you were dead,
trust me, being led on is something that you dread,
something that sticks in your mind
every night before you go to bed,
asking what could have been,
if they saw what was really in your head.
I tell the truth and say things that are usually not said,
even though people love listening to the lies instead.
Let me remind you, I don’t know what’s best,
but I know when you’re silent
you get to know yourself better then the rest.
You also see the rest in a brighter light.
This was my experience,
things that I saw when I became mute and regained sight.

When I drive around with Kylee,
Nothing is ever bad.
We listen to our music,
Which is extremely rad.
We have many conversations,
Mostly about my dad.
She thinks he’s funny,
Which I think is sad.
When her brakes stopped working,
We didn’t fret at all.
We just stopped earlier,
So we didn’t hit Town Hall.
We even get up early,
To drive up to the school.
But that will never faze us,
Because we still feel cool.
We go shopping and get food,
And we’re always in a good mood.
Because the only thing better than our road trips,
Is nothing.

You called her emotionless
Because she didn’t cry when her mum passed away
You called her worthless
Because she changed a lot, to your dismay
You called her shameless
Because she spoke up against wrong people always

You, her closest friends, left her alone when she needed you
Yes, she’s changed
She’s changed because of you all
And you call her emotionless

You, all the back-chatter, what on earth did you leave spreading about her?
Yes, she’s changed
She’s changed because today she knows the real YOU
And you all call her worthless

You, the timid and silent ones around her, who sit and watch wrong things going around!
Yes, she’s changed
She’s changed because she says, “There has to be a first time always!”
And you all call her shameless

She’s a girl who lost her mother at twelve
She’s a girl who is fearless
Oh, yes, she’s grown before her time
And she’s someone whom you never understood
Yes, she’s changed
She’s me.

The day I lost you, felt like crime
I just wanted to go back in time
to see the one I lost ago
to see the one that makes me so
happy and sweet
like the sugar we eat

But now you’re gone
like the the snow on the grass
Oh why did you leave?
so early it seemed

But it’s alright
you just gotta fight the fight
and get on with life

I sat by the sea;
You sat with me.
I could tell by your eyes,
There was nothing to hide.

I could have predicted
Your end to come,
But did I profess?
Not even a guess.

Now, I sit as lonely as ever.
You’re as light as a feather,
I cannot see along the shore.
You’re not here anymore.

You brought your life to an end.
Now a funeral to attend
By the sea,
Your favorite place to be.

So they wrote your name high
On the tombstone, “Benjamin Guy.”
Oh, we cried
As that casket was eyed.

You’re carried away,
No longer happy and gay.
Six feet under dirt,
Because they laughed at your skirt.

I’m sorry, my Benjamin Guy.
You were living a lie.
A girl, you were meant to be,
When you were next to me.

It’s restless
It’s darkness
Once noticed
Knocking properly?
Interesting once
Tried prayer?
Against them
Deeper down?
Deeper below?
Where?

There once was a boy.

A boy with blue eyes that danced with joy.

This boy was happy.

He had friends.

He had fun.

He smiled everyday.

“Good morning!”

It was returned everyday by a girl with bright green eyes.

He was happy.

There once was a boy.

He had faded blue eyes.

This boy remembered a girl with bright green eyes.

He remembered her so clearly.

He remembered her smile.

Her laugh.

Her teasing voice.

And then it was all gone.

Gone like a warm breeze on a windy day.

She was gone.

There once was a boy.

A boy with sorrowful, dark blue eyes.

He was afraid.

No more.

No more.

He had met someone.

Another boy.

A boy who was like her.

He had a shining smile.

A bright laugh.

Green eyes that glinted with mischief.

He liked that other boy. The boy was kind. He was honest.

He was there.

There once was a boy.

His blue eyes no longer saw the world around him.

He knew two pairs of green eyes.

He knew two smiles.

He knew two laughs.

One was gone forever.

The other would respond. The other tried to understand.

The other reminded him of her.

It was too much.

Too much.

There once was a boy.

A boy with blue eyes that saw the bottle in front of him.

The glinting in one hand.

The glass in the other.

He put the knife down. Just for a moment.

First, the bottle.

The glass of water.

It was all gone in seconds.

He put the glass down.

Second, the blade.

No more.

Too much.

He saw red.

He felt pain.

There once was a boy.

A boy with wide blue eyes.

Wrists dripping with red.

He cried.

He cried salty tears that poured off his face and to the ground.

And he ran.

He ran to the other boy.

The strange boy that looked like the girl.

To the boy with bright green eyes.

“What? What happened to you?”

Startled gasps.

“Oh, my gosh, you’re bleeding! What the were you thinking?”

“Call 9-1-1! Hurry!”

“Hey! Hang in there! Please, come on!”

Fading…

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t know it was this bad.”

There once was a boy.

A boy with blue eyes that were deep.

Deep with joy.

Deep with sorrow.

He felt things.

He knew things.

He knew he was ruined.

He knew that his hands did not respond to his actions.

He knew that he took too much.

He knew he did too much.

But now, he knew that he was loved.

He knew.