#youth poetry

[0-anon-poets]

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In a small corner of my window was a wasp's nest.

It was new that summer, Dangerous insects outside my window.

There was a wall separating us but they were so close.

I could practically hear their wings buzzing, feel their legs, and their beady eyes watching me.

I'd wake up from vivid dreams, to hear the constant

Tap, Tap, Tap, Buzz.

Tap, tap, buzz.

I wasn't safe in the comfort of my home.

I told someone, and the problem was solved..

The panic was nearly over.

But the wasps kept coming back that year.

Destroyed, and rebuilt.

Destroyed, and rebuilt.

They kept coming back annually,

They must've hated me.

Destroyed, and rebuilt.

Destroyed, and rebuilt.

Buzz,

Tap,

Tap,

Tap,

Tap.

The following season, the ringing persisted.

But there was no nest.

no insects.

Neither of us would be rebuilt.

[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

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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.

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day--spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient.

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

[sunshinesere]

Letter IV: Worpswede near Bremen, July 16th 1903 Rainer Maria Rilke. Letters to a Young Poet

[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”

[0-anon-poets]

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In moments where I was alone,

I knew I was a kid with thoughts better off not known.

Inspecting blankets, closer at stitches sewn,

Wondering what powered my bones.

Though this behavior isn't one condoned,

Fate whispered it was fine then– knowing at least this feeling would be postponed.

The moon may adorn my soul,

The sun may love my skin,

"You're such a child."

I always have been.

Cradled in the arms that I don't recognize,

Harmful Harmonies in anyone's eyes.

Fatal tunes, humming like a sweet guitar.

I sat in my room listening,

Though I could no longer remember the melody.

All of the stars in the sky,

Seemed to be scars in my mind.

I'd stay awake at night, pulling apart membrane from Rhapsody.

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[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.

[wooftphr]

in the valley, shake the hand of god

[poppyseedmuffie]

oh, time.

[boycritter]

ode to a teenage detritivore

i think i'm doing it all wrong

[star-struck09]

One day, I will look back and not feel sad when I think of you.