Old Teenage Poems Poems

There's something about parks
- as though there's more air to breathe
More space to hope, dream, think, feel
But none for stress, isolation or fear
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And under the aching
of some contemporary love affair
Beneath the passion
for some present political crime
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Life
-such a fragile thing
among our theories of steel
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For there's a blank page
before me
and no matter references,
alliterations
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There are other realities
-not outside of our galaxy,
planet or continent
- but right among us
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Why are ours
always the books without the endings
How come we
always became The Unhappy ones
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What we cannot grow
-on straight lines in our fields
is what we're about to away throw
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You've got to be kidding me
The sky can't really be
this Blue, right?
The feilds not really
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Was it a way for me to prove myself
- this manner in which everything was to be revealed
covered in layers of stanzas, perhaps
but no inner darkness concealed
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