#youth poetry

[last-stop-at-the-beginning]

if i can’t be better than them i’m going to be so much worse

i wish i wasn’t afraid to burn

~

if i wasn’t afraid,

i’d burn everything they love

make my way from the outer rims inwards

i’d let my fire cascade upon them,

see the realisation and fear in their eyes

as i take them with me

to the depths scorn.

A.P. -23

[fairydrowning]

"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories

[ghoulpoole]

dear nex,

your school failed you.

your peers failed you.

the hospital failed you.

authorities fail you,

adults fail you,

words fail you.

i fail you,

and i'm so sorry.

[girl-bateman]

A Study in Beauty. 

Brand New City, Mitski

Howls Moving Castle, Dir. Hayao Miyazaki

American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis

American Psycho, Dir. Mary Harron

Liquid Smooth, Mitski

Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys, Euphoria

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Jennifers Body, Dir. Karyn Kusama

slant of light, ryebreadgf

American Psycho, Dir. Mary Harron

American Beauty, Alan Ball

Black Swan, Dir. Darren Aronofsky

Cléo from 5 till 7, Dir. Agnès Varda

[apoemaday]

Anthem for Doomed Youth

by Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, — The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.        

[mournfulroses]

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Youth and the Pilgrim,"

[girlfictions]

Tanaya Winder, from “Uncharted Territory of Grief”

[orca-soup]

The world ended when I was sixteen. It ended with missed phone calls and unanswered texts from an old friend. It ended with an argument that I will think about until I am nearly thirty. It ended with a poorly timed joke. It ended with a rejection letter that I still pretend I did not get. It ended with a shouted slur from a stranger. It ended with a dead cat that I will never get out of my head. It ended with something as dumb as a bad grade. It ended with my grandma’s passing and it ended again at her funeral. It ended with his car wrapped around a telephone pole. It ended when I saw my dog for the last time. It ended with a bad decision followed by another, again and again and again. The world ended when I was sixteen. And then it started again in the morning.

[poppyseedmuffie]

oh, time.

[boycritter]

ode to a teenage detritivore

i think i'm doing it all wrong

[redjaybathood]

I am seriously considering that actually, the best poet for Jason Todd is Vasyl Stus.

Vasyl Stus - A man approached a memorial... / Василь Стус – Чоловік підійшов до меморіуму…

[sillycoloredcereal]

to anyone

who feels as if their youth has been wasted at the ages of 18-25, there’s no need to worry. you’re just getting started.

[fawnaura]

Anne Sexton, The Collected Poems; “Three Green Windows”

[v333spertine]

[neechees]

Who would you cast as Charles?

Choosing out of the actors that currently famous (& not undiscovered talent), Sinqua Wallis could get the job done I think. He is also Afro-Native!

[brightdeadthing]

natalie wee / john patrick shanley / gang of youths / antoine de saint-exupéry / christopher anderson / richard siken / richard curtis / robin beth schaer / jen mazza / nikki giovanni / rita dove