Teenage Ramblings

Listening to the words of a teenage boy.

Fourteen to be exact.

The off tone, the greasy hair,

the bad idea that seems good.

Zoned out watching YouTube video's

Playing video games.

Everything seems awkward and angst.

Doing stupid things as my friends father

Would say to all of us.

But really they are just trying to find

There own voice on the reality of their

Life.

Sept 26/12

See the suffering mind

See the suffering mind

as you cling to the edge of oblivion.

It claws at your brain

It hides in the deep dark shadowy places that you pretend to not see.

Terror on the edge of a wine glass.

Trama In your thoughts.

Desperate to be fixed.

Desperate to be loved.

Poison is the well. . . 

Sept 21/12

Waiting For The Sun

The frost hugging the blades of grass this morning.
Icy vapour from my breath.
Cold nipping at my wet hair.
The sun hasn’t come up yet, but on the horizon
I see the fire edging it way towards the sky.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
I want the warmth to return.
Where is my fire in the sky?
Burn, Burn, Burn.
I want the heat that my soul swims in.
Dance on fire through the rain.

Sept 14/12

Don't You Understand?

Don’t you understand?
Those actions speak louder than words.
Your actions tell us what you think and what you feel.
It makes us feel like we’re second fiddle.
You call us friends, but a friend of convenience it seems.
If we choose to hang out then we will.
Not under your thumb.
But ours.
All I can say is,
Silence is better than bullshit.

Sept 14/12

Autumns Breath

The sound of tree branches thrashing

Against my widows.

The wind subsides for a moment then picks

Up.

Cool is the air that floods this moment.

As I sit in the sunroom watching the summer

Die and the birth of Autumn.

Silently the leaves fall in a thunderous

Crash.

I taste the fire from the farmers fields,

And the end of the song birds singing, replace

With the cawing of the raven and the quacking of

The geese.

This is the end of long days at the beach.

This is warm bonfires with friends, snuggles

And cold nose kisses.

This is the Summers End

Sept 12/12

Don't Touch Me!

Don’t touch me!
I don’t want to feel you anymore.
I don’t want to feel your warmth when you’re near.
I don’t want this fake feeling of passion.
I don’t want to feel your soft skin
It aches me with every touch.
You sadden me.
There was a moment when everything was good.
But your true self bubbled to the surface.
And when we were just together it feels like a moment of
chance.
But the hope of us is lost in the disappointment
That you shared with me.
Lost in those eyes.
Lost in the hope of something that could have been.
Don’t Touch Me. . .

Sept 06/12

Holding Back The Snow

Bitterly cold winds blow from the north
Summer where have you gone?
Kids start back at the dreaded school.
Their reprise for a break is over.
What is left for the year?
What do we expect?
What do we want?
More summer would be nice.
Maybe a little heat a bit longer.
Let’s hold back the snow.
Let’s hold it back.

Sept 08/12

Social Media Experiment

I’m tired of this social media experiment that we are all
Trapped in.
Friends are not really friend because they just check out
Your status and postings, not really interacting with people
Let alone you.
Who am I? Am I just someone who seems cool for a moment?
How do you make an effort when no one really does?
One by one remove those that don’t really know me.
Those that make the effort will message or see me.
But those that don’t will fall by the way side.
They will be forgotten.
So I end this social media experiment.

Sept 04/12