An adolescent is somebody who is in between things. A teenager is somebody who's kind of permanently there. And so living with them through the various teenage hopes and sorrows and joys was curiously enough a maturing experience for me.
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Baba O'Reily
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!
song performed by by Who
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We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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Teenage Romance
Teenage Romance is hitting me… again
Seems like not that long ago
I didn’t give 2 shits about romance
Other then the appreciation
“That I Courtney Redmond was in a relationship
And getting some ass”
From a guy that truly loved me for me
Sex is nice, well if I would get it on the regular
Then I could write more on it
But I can’t.
I can only say with pride
That I’m a virgin
Who reads too many romance novels
And dreams of a romance that will last for all time.
Silly dreams.
I’m such a teenager… I need a life.
I need to get laid too…. Soon
Well I think I can make it for a while
But the only thing that makes it all worthwhile
Is that I’m clean… there ain’t no bugs on me
Says the puppy in me.
I need to move on from the romance days
And into the new
No more living in the sex crazed world of others
And into the world of focusing on school
And career…. Then *poof* live on.
Being single isn’t as bad as people make it seem
Its fun most of the time
Till the dreaded Valentines day comes
Or the couple of the week meets and puts their lips together
And eww I don’t even want to talk about it anymore.
I need a drink after all this teenage romance stuff
It’s all for the birds… well more the love birds.
Girls here’s a hit how about instead of a guy
How about you get a dog.
More reliable I say on certain matters.
I hate being a teenager… might as well shoot myself
For all the drama in romance.
But hey what else would I have to hide from
Other then myself.
poem by Courtney Redmond
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Teens
Teenager
Immature, Fun
Flirt, drive, argue
A person in his or her teens
Adolescent
poem by Janneke Tenvoorde
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I want to be as honest as I can about the things I've been through - the sorrows and joys, victories and defeats - and to use those experiences as a well to draw from. Hopefully, the songs that result from that kind of writing will be songs that mean something to others.
Baba Oriley
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I dont need to fight
To prove Im right
I dont need to be forgiven
Dont cry
Dont raise your eye
Its only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Dont look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Lets get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
Its only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
Theyre all wasted!
song performed by by Who
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Baba O Riley
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I dont need to fight
To prove Im right
I dont need to be forgiven
Dont cry
Dont raise your eye
Its only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Dont look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Lets get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
Its only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
Theyre all wasted!
Originally by the who
song performed by by Nirvana
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Baba Oriley
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I dont need to fight, to prove Im right
I dont need to be forgiven
Dont cry, dont raise your eye
Its only teenage wasteland
Sally, take my hand
Well travel south, cross land
Put out the fire and dont look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Lets get together befor we get much older
Teenage wasteland
Its only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
(its only) teenage wasteland
Theyre all wasted!
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Joys And Sorrows
Joys dissolve
Like sugar added to tea
Lending life, a new flavour.
Sorrows sink to the bottom
To be brought to the surface
With every slight stir,
Like the dreg that settles
At the bottom of a tea cup
Making it unsavoury to sip
But joys and sorrows together make life.
poem by Valsa George
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But I must own that I also felt stirred by an unselfish desire to voice all the joys and sorrows, the hopes and ambitions, of the American Negro, in classic musical form.
quote by James Weldon Johnson
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Past The Adolescent Childish Age
Some refuse today to comprehend or face,
That they're...
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent,
Childish age.
Some sit with wishes they could duplicate,
Those...
Adolescent.
Their adolescent days,
Long faded away.
They are,
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected,
Broken from decay.
Some sit with wishes they could duplicate,
Their adolescent days.
But they're,
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent,
Childish age.
And
They
Are...
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected,
Broken from decay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Sings
All the words you say to me
Have music in them
All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
And a selfish boy looks through a prism
And says what is
But never asks what isn't
But a voice contains many precious things
It laughs
And then it sings
And all the lies that we can tell
To our foolish selves
Maybe this is the love song that I refused to
Write her when I loved her like I used to
And I fear my heart may spin and fracture
Like tears of stone falling from a statue
But a voice contains all that's true and false
Then cries for someone else
And for some honest tenderness
So I must confess
All the words you say to me
Have music in them
All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
And a selfish boy looks through a prism
And says what is
But never asks what isn't
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Sonnet: Earthly Life
I’ve traveled more than half my road on earth;
Some more remains to be covered by me;
I’ve witnessed sorrows more than any mirth;
But on the whole, I’ve spent life usefully.
But what if life brought sorrows entirely!
Or life was full of joys without an end;
Neither of these, I would prefer truly;
The subtle mixture, I would recommend.
For, life’s monotony can kill the mind,
And dampen spirits, causing, umpteen ills;
The clock of life, none can ever rewind,
Producing tonsured, barren, naked hills.
Life is wholesome when joys and woes combine;
Joys only call on us in life divine!
9-15-2002
poem by John Celes
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You Are The Sky
You are the sky
I always look upon.
You are the sky
I always speak to
about everything in myheart
my wishes
my hopes
my joys
my sorrows.
You are the sky...
'though speechless
you give me comfort
in times of too much stress
in my daily life.
You are the sky...
someday I will join you
when the gate of eternity
opens for me.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Another Chance ********************6/14/06
6/14/06
I thank the stars up above for another chance
With the one I love.
I know the hurt will take time to go away
But for now you’re here to stay.
We was finally able to sit and talk
We didn’t fight and didn’t balk.
We talked like two young lovers
Holding on to one another.
You only know of your loved ones life
From the time you met.
A time that you’ll never forget.
But before that time
Of their hopes and dreams
Joys and sorrows and fantasies.
We broke down that unknown barrier
So we could really find one another.
The touching of our minds began to entwine
And now I know you’ll always be mine.
So my wife- my precious sweet
There is no love that can compete
To what we found in “ life s hall of fame”
And the experience we had to gain.
poem by Louis Rams
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Freedom is all I want...
I'm sick of always being the good one,
I want to be a normal teenager,
Have normal teenage problems,
And most importantly be a teenager,
I want to make decisions,
And learn from them,
I want to take riskes,
And not think of the consequences,
Why does everyone get to have this...
But me,
Maybe I'm just too good?
I want a change,
I need a change,
But how do I even begin?
Can't you just let me go?
Let me fly,
I can do this...
You know deep down inside I will always make the right decisions in the end,
But for now I wanna be set free,
You only live once,
I want to make the best of it,
And just have FUN! ♥
By; Brandi Dybala *3/13/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Lorcas Novena
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But lorcas corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
song performed by by Pogues
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Learning The Games Of This World
good men don't fall down
permanently as bad men don't stay that high
on top by reason of
their devices
permanently
in fact there is nothing permanent
without which
this world becomes absurd
like marble that cannot roll and spin
games will always be there
for as long as our eyes stay young like budding
blossoms
there is no one here who is permanently poor
and dumb
everyone learns to experience that pain and
opens like some bleeding hands
hearts that erupt from deep volcanic sleep
and covers a well lighted city at night
turning into a forest with all its trees devastated
in a new world of
all oceans
our eyes see nothing but a covered table
no spoons and plates
chairs tumbling down like mass execution
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Did Youth Go?
When did I stop being a teenager?
When did I stop listening to the radio
from midnight until 2 or 3 a.m. weeknights?
Why was teenage music so empowering?
Why were we so absorbed with the music?
Music which really rocked our wild souls?
Music we danced at local teenage disco too.
Music we drove our parents or first cars too.
Music we drank beer or spirits or partied too.
It seemed we could not live without music.
It seemed we could not meet without music.
It seemed our dreams lived within the beat of music.
Music was part of the fuel which drove our souls.
Music was part of the weekend ever speeding by.
Music was magic drumbeat of hot midnight parties.
Where is the large rocking crowd going?
Where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where are all those old friends going?
Where where is large trendy rocking crowd going?
Where where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where where are all those good old friends going?
Suddenly those wild unending party days are over.
Suddenly those exciting unending teenage years are over.
Suddenly those pubs full of our friends are empty.
Suddenly they all suddenly left town.
Suddenly they are all no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't go.
Suddenly they all suddenly left the old home town.
Suddenly they are all suddenly no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't know or go.
Where did those teenage years quietly go?
Those teenage friends I used to know?
Where did they all suddenly go?
Where did those teenage years quietly creeping go?
Those lost teenage friends I once upon a time did know?
Where did they all suddenly go exiting a vanishing show?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.
quote by Greta Garbo
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