Young Poems
Young-Old
by V B Eudaimonia
While I was young,
I cared about hero, more than the villain
And, now I'm old,
I care about villain, more than the hero.
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by Becca CorrineI live under the assumption that I will live exactly 100 years. I picked the number as a child when I was too scared to not live forever and 100 years sounded decently like forever. Then I hit fourteen, eighteen, I realize my life is nearly a fifth done. The sun circles round, the progress bar progresses. Then, I die. I was an anxious child. Very scared of death, I was obsessed, as people are with their fears, and I called my dad on his way home from work to tell him I didn’t know how I could stand being alone when everyone else is gone. I picture my parents with matching headstones, traditional, rounded at the edges. I am scared that I estimated too high and my math is all wrong. I am scared that I am far more than a fifth done with this life and I will never fully progress. I am an anxious child, still obsessed. I celebrate birthdays, fractions bouncing throughout my mind. I feel too old to be this young.
Continue readingMi Pueblito Perdido
by Carl Halling
O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.
Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert softly keening
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14 cigarettes
by Bogdan Dragos
This girl smoked 14 cigarettes in
a span of one and a half hours
"Yeah, but they're slim," she says
"But they're still fourteen."
"Yeah, but so am I," she says.
"But... you look at least eighteen..."
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People like you die young
by Bogdan Dragos
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
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I wasn’t ready
by Elias Becker
You asked me in my chevy
But I was never ready
Guess I was a little petty
My face in a red flush
Your soul I just crushed
It just felt too rushed
I couldn’t give a reason
The air was sick with treason
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by Becca CorrineI live under the assumption that I will live exactly 100 years. I picked the number as a child when I was too scared to not live forever and 100 years sounded decently like forever. Then I hit fourteen, eighteen, I realize my life is nearly a fifth done. The sun circles round, the progress bar progresses. Then, I die. I was an anxious child. Very scared of death, I was obsessed, as people are with their fears, and I called my dad on his way home from work to tell him I didn’t know how I could stand being alone when everyone else is gone. I picture my parents with matching headstones, traditional, rounded at the edges. I am scared that I estimated too high and my math is all wrong. I am scared that I am far more than a fifth done with this life and I will never fully progress. I am an anxious child, still obsessed. I celebrate birthdays, fractions bouncing throughout my mind. I feel too old to be this young.
Continue readingFalling in Love (a clique)
by P Jane
I was careless,
I lived without care, in front of those whom I cared for,
Until I cared about you.
At the start, I woke with you, showered with you, and laughed with you.
I did not care which light you saw me in,
I payed no mind to where you touched me,
I saw you as an aspect of my life, one meant for fun and for a moment,
Until I cared about you.
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Young-Old
by V B Eudaimonia
While I was young,
I cared about hero, more than the villain
And, now I'm old,
I care about villain, more than the hero.
......
People like you die young
by Bogdan Dragos
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
......
