Neptune ♆
Your sister holding your hand
seeing the bracelet you made her
when you look at the others
it makes you jealous
knowing they have more friends than you
but, you don’t need them
you have her *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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Neptune ♆
Your sister holding your hand
seeing the bracelet you made her
when you look at the others
it makes you jealous
knowing they have more friends than you
but, you don’t need them
you have her *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
POLAR BEAR
By Jeffrey Hofferson
Polar bear with me for a moment While I sharpen my pencil For a sharp pencil is useful While typing from far away
A polar bear stands waist deep In delicious, low price water With a look on his face Like he stepped in a puddle A half mile back down The hiking trail ago
He’s holding a sign! He’s holding a sign? A white picket sign A sign of the times If you roughly translate it From its native tongue It says “Wake up humans You’re endangered too”
Wait, I know that polar bear That’s Cory Clevertrousers Ph.D Why is no one listening to him? Well, he is a doctor So it’s hard to read his hand writing He also wrote it in GGGWWARRHH*grunt* And no one bothered translating
Saturn ♄
Epitome of beauty
with rings on every finger
and too many friends to count
always on the phone
listen to the music
you don’t have to prove anything
you are no other *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
In a Perfect World
In a perfect world all things that is pure and simplistic never fades there is no Catastrophe events no sadness darkness or unbearable pain or sin to devour your spirit in a perfect world there is no trauma of the past no threat of darkness exist just the blissfulness of freedom and innocence there is no love lost or ones lost of self nothing is expected or owed to everything is just natural in it’s truest light the air is not thick with despair you are free to live life be who you are born to be without the judgements of a plastic and superficial society in this perfect world human connect to all therefore no one is left behind or cast out everyone lives in harmony and peace everything is a verb of perfection.
Here's To The Zeros
Society is at fault right? Everyday we are reminded that all Teenagers are turning the earth To an anarchial mixing pot
Everyone says that all Teenage girls have sex,get pregnant. All Teenage boys sleep around All these young kids are Smoking the leaf of dreams But, please, I ask, No, I beg you to Look in the outcasts The boys, The girls, In their teenage years Who are shunned to the sidelines Always misunderstood. Not all Of us get high and Make bad decisions Some of us want To make something Of ourselves But we can't We have this weight of disappointment The disappointment is a guarantee If your between the ages Of 13-22 To be a teenager is like Trying to multiply numbers times zero No matter what, you're always zero No matter what a teenager does They will always be just a teenager They can never grasp the escape The escape from the teenage curse The age of adolescents is the age of failure The world views us as dream leaf smoking, Hope destroying Teenagers And nothing more I want to be more than just A stupid teen I want to make myself Be noticed as something more Something worth something A girl doing the right thing Here's to the zeros That percentage of teenagers unnoticed Because their too busy, Busy making themselves something - Tori June
Passing The Scenes
Passing the scenes,
Where children ran and followed
And dawdled and cried.
Where innocence was spent.
The sorrow irrelevant,
Eroded by time and cheer
And eclipsed by the now.
By the sorrow of the occasion.
Oh! to be carless once again,
Emotionally naked in that evening sun
Where you were free, and the warmth was real.
Where the pain had not yet begun.
Slam poetry
This wind is chill, Too chill.. Yes, Way too chill, This wind is.