Teenage Poetry Sucks

By: Anonymous
Date: July 5, 2007
Age it was written: 14
Inspiration: “I was really into blogging on myspace at the time and i wanted people to comment on my poetry”


Don’t Get Lost Again

When you were lost

I was lost without you

Swiming in darkness

didn’t know what to do

Missing your touch

And the warmth of your breath

Talking to you about things in depth

All I can say is 

Don’t get lost again

Cus you are my best friend 

Reading books on a cold winters day

Splashing in puddles till the rain went away

Unraveling mystries to the very last fray

Would talk untill we had nothing to say

And sit in silence for the rest of the day

Untill we thought of somethin to say

All I can say is

Don’t get lost again

Cus you are my best friend

Don’t leave me alone in my broken home

Never again….

By: Anonymous
Date: 2003
Age it was written: 15
Inspiration: “My views of those smiling,coniving bitches and pricks that cover my school with lies”

The Nice Ones 


You cover the halls with circles of lives
Not caring about those, dying by knives
They are the ones that most need your care
But all you do is stand there and stare

You laugh at their sadness their grief and there sorrow
Thinking they will never help you tomorow
You will never need help, from those dressed in black
They think you’re pathetic…you hate them right back

Those kids are weird, just look at him there
Listening to his music, alone in his chair
He looks up at you and forces a smile
You just laugh at him, he’l try again in a while

He just wants acceptance, in your world of fun
But what he doesn’t know, is that you can’t trust anyone
At least he’s lost everything, he has nothing to lose
When you want a friend, you must carefully choose

You’re crowded with people, but always alone
Friends are not friends, if you only talk on the phone
At least the weird kid has friends, and at least he tries
He’s done sitting at home, alone as he cries

He has his girlfriend, as odd as she may seem
But they must love eachother, in life their a team
At least Abby and Stevie have someone to hold
When push comes to shove…I’m the one left in the cold

By: Anonymous
Date: 2003
Age it was written:14
Inspiration: “The Only Thing That Matters To Me”


Heroine

Abby Your My Heroine
This I Finaly See
You Are The Drug I Now Long For
This Is How It Has To Be

I Know You’ll Never Believe Me
But I Swear To God It’s True
Abby, Your My Heroine
And Heroine, I Need You

When We Kiss I Forget The Needle
I Forget How It Made Me Feel
When We Touch I Feel It All Over Again
Please Lord, Let This Be Real

Abby Your My Heroin
The Needle Told Me What To Do
Heroin Was My Addiction
But Now Im Addicted To You

By: Anonymous
Year: 2003
Age it was written: 15
Inspiration: Abby [girlfriend at the time]

Pen and Paper

Teardrop on my crimson canvas
Oilspill smear the truth
Flames lick at my outstretched arm
But I’m wrapped up in your charm.

Keep me safe my paperback princess
Locked up in your blue ink paradise
Crumpled pages hold me close
Wrinkles ravage time.

Re-writing history to our advantage
You know you hold the key
Please pen me a fantasy
Fold together you and me.

But drawing me a kingdom
A throne for you and me
The king and queen of pen and paper
Soon they all shall see…..

By: Kelsey Yates
Age it was written: 13 years old
Date: Friday May 29th,1997
Inspired by: “PUNK ROCK!”

STATE OF ALERT!

You have 7 seconds to evacuate the city or else there will be total chaos! We believe this is being caused by the bad religion going around. Some people only think of it as a minor threatto society, but we think not. If the citizens can cooperate everything will be fine. We are concerned there might be a slight communication problem due to the social distortion but please remain calm. If your food goes rancid during this process, do not approach the teen idles. They are misfits and have exploited many people around here. If you are frustrated andsick of it all please listen to the government’s issue if you want everything to go well. If you want freedom, wave the black flag and you will be saved! People this is a revolution, this is chaos uk!!

By: Anonymous
Date: 2000
Age it was written: 15
Inspiration: “I was a social failure back then. I like to think I got better ”

Confession of a Deranged Person Who Apparently Likes Dramatic Endings

Black would be the night,
If lonely stars, lovely stars
Weren’t so painfully bright.

I called her Beatrice, my dear, only one,
But she only led me through another hell,
I never saw heaven, and she is so gone.

She carved misery out of my hollow heart,
And still I cannot hate her, for she was the One.
I loved her in vain until death did us apart.

In this sepulchre she lives, true beauty never dies.
Every midnight I bring her a single red rose
To calm my soul and stop heart’s loud cries.

“To live is to die”, someone once said,
“To love is to cry”, I would like to add,
As in the end love always makes you sad.

My inspiration died with her, and so did I,
If only she had returned my love, life would still be good,
But she had hurt me, and Bible says “Eye for an Eye”

I was never so scared like when I took her life,
She was never so scarred like when I took her life,
“Yes” and “No” made all the difference, knife or wife….

By: Anonymous
Date: 1999
Written at age: 14/15
Inspiration: “I was massively inspired by the music I was listening to then - Marilyn Manson and Cradle of Filth, and also by my non existent imaginary romances.” 



This Ease

You threw up on me again
Just like you did yesterday,
I feel dirty.
I smell like spoiled meat.

I cannot eat this anymore,
‘Cause I will throw up, too
It would smell like spoiled meat.

You sit peacefully,
I tried to get rid of the flies.
You stare emptily,
I put it in the freezer.
You do nothing,
And now I don’t care.

I cannot eat this anymore,
It’s disease ridden and disgusting.
A perfect meal spoiled by your frigidness.
Our love attracted one fly too many
Not to smell like shit.

Moths confuse candles with paradise,
I confused spoiled meat with love.

I cannot eat it anymore,
Cause it smells like rotten meat.
I cannot love you anymore,
Cause it’s a waste of me.

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