this is an unedited rant,
with no point, but its valid,
because i'm writing in pen, its solid,
can't be erased,
everything i taste,
makes me know that i'm smarter,
but when i look back i face,
the fun stopped and i'm a martyr.
but thats all bullshit, its a lie,
i enjoy being on this side,
the pure life,
but there are no sounds of childrens play here,
i'm immune to the sounds,
i am shouting lessons because i fear,
you'll soon have what i've found.
its not always the easiest,
in fact it hurts the most,
so lets make a toast,
instead of denying our sacrifice,
let our vices echo,
but don't ever roll the dice.
don't gamble with god,
tempt fate or kharmic beasts,
for the ruler once did pardon you,
but now on your blood he'll feast.
but despite your pain, your smile still is wide
and your eyes just the same.
Despite your past, you still seize the tide,
just you and the ocean remain.
For both are as deep, both are as wide,
like rivers run steep and friends will confide.
Teen- an Age where toxins are filled,
though you are immune to the poison thats spilled.
I am the sand, the beach, the shore,
I am one million pieces, you've felt me before.
When you've no one to run to, not one to adore,
when you can't find the door you've run through
In the department of mysteries,
everyone has a history, life is just references,
and bereft of his,
touch i'll forever be but i've felt it once-
that's enough for me.
he caught my falling limbs as i fell into a tree,
dark desert and warm air i'll never forget that phonecall,
buts its all,
over now and i have you to thank for that,
for it was never really the End before we met,
i used to bet,
my life for yours,
i knew you were meant to be, me, chelsea,
the one whod restore my faith,
and my hope, we both quit dope and feels good because its right,
our wings took flight and now its free falling for us.
No more drugs,
and no more lies,
its been years for me, i had to make a compromise,
with god, you see, he said i'll give you your eyes back,
if you promise to take these lessons and carry them in a sack,
weighing down on your shoulders but you'll soon become older,
and have to help a younger one
that will be at that same point when the fun
stopped, and her body dropped, no more pretending to be naive,
no more pretending that life won't stop.
the foul feat of fate hit my face like the breeze,
lose not hope when adults are not pleased,
for their life and their house and their cars don't appease,
what we have- here, now, us, God's given us ease
we're fucking teens.
But it's all a tease.
We're only pawns in this game,
you've heard it before,
my rants are all same,
but i'm SANE!
unlike these judgmental foes,
they're not pros, they just have age,
they are incapable of change,
but we're not a commodity,
to be bought and sold,
to be wrought and molded to their liking,
or their views,
i can remember sitting int he pews,
but the world does not end at ceilings,
it does not end at skies,
it ends only when people,
close their minds,
because thats whats beautiful-