It
smells like teen spirit
in the
school
gym.
*
In bloom,
yet
no one notices
what’s
growing.
*
Come as you are;
the schools lie,
but
just ignore
them.
*
Breed
young minds
to suit their
needs;
you don’t have
to be
what they want
you to
be.
*
Given
lithium to
stabilize your
mania
and
depression.
*
Polly
wants a cracker,
a new plaything,
not someone
who lives
their
life.
*
Territorial pissings
everywhere.
Don’t do this,
don’t do that.
Don’t go here,
don’t go there.
Follow the leader.
I
don’t
want
to.
*
Drain you,
they all do,
eventually.
Friendships,
romance,
rivals,
enemies.
Some days,
you need the
break.
*
We’re a
lounge act;
we pretend
we don’t care,
only to care
so
much.
*
Stay away
from
artificial acts.
They play
the same game
but they don’t
know how to
be
human.
*
Fragmented,
fractured,
we’re on a plain.
We don’t
all have
to behave
the
same.
*
Something in the way
but keep pressing
forward anyway.
Things will
look up
someday.
*
Endless, nameless,
chaotic and wild.
We live
spontaneously
because that’s
just the way
we
are.
Comments (1)
Yup, gotta stay away from artificial acts. Loved your poem!