A Game Still?
People can study the suffering of a meth addict or,
The teen that is hooked on crack,
We can know of what is going through the rape victims mind,
What it feels like to live inside your friendless drunken bottle,
We are taught this in school.
We’ve made excuses for these people so many times,
It’s like what they do in their life is no longer a crime,
Mother of three, gang raped, and left for dead,
Her sprit cries for the remains, because nobody cares.
A teen just did a little bit too much, but as he forever sleeps,
No one will know.
The girl who didn’t want it but he took it anyway,
And now she even has nightmares in the day.
Even the drunk that shot herself,
When the bottle got the best of her.
But what about the sex addicts?
The ones that lay in their bed and,
Cry them selves to sleep,
Call them selves’ names,
Needing to have it more and more,
Each and every day,
The pain they pay,
Because of the need.
Do you think this is a game?
Doubt that I am suffering?
Why don’t you see that I need help?
Just like a druggie or the drunk,
Or the girl sitting next to you,
Just wanting you to hide,
I need your shoulder to lean on.
This addiction I have become to hate,
At first I was like you and thought I was just,
A horny teen having a little fun,
Now I can't sleep at night and,
It controls my relationships with guys,
I just want this to go away,
Do you still think this is a game?
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Another Number
I don’t wanna be another number!
Some disabled teen,
Who made the choice trying in school,
Just wasn’t her thing.
Because she couldn’t do it,
The world is just too mean.
When she realizes that reality has fallen short,
And so have many of her hopes and dreams,
Its too late she’s already messed it up for herself.
I don’t wanna be another number!
Some pregnant girl who meets this great guy,
Then gave sex a little try,
She was only 16 but it felt so right,
She thought they’d be together,
For more then just one week.
I don’t wanna be another number!
Some kid hooked on meth,
Who started homecoming night,
Her friends said it was fun and now,
She can’t turn right.
I don’t wanna be another number!
Some girl left in the rain,
Who was raped and left in pain,
She can’t tell her parents,
It hurts to tell her friends,
She doesn’t know how to make these,
Nightmares go away,
Or talk to the guys she calls friend.
I don’t wanna be another number!
A stereotypical teen,
I am going to make a difference,
I won’t end up pregnant,
On drugs or dropp outta school.
Were not all bad,
You were once a kid you’re self,
So shut up and listen to me!
I am not going to be another statistic!
Because I am me, and I will change the world,
Just wait and see,
I will not be just,
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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My Best Friend Danny
I met him in nineteen fifty-six
he was my best friend
him and I, was always in a fix
of our fights, we always did mend.
There was the time
we painted the fence
wanted to do the job, real fine
used a whole gallon of paint
it didn't make sense
my brother dave asked,
'What happened to all the paint'?
when we told him, 'We used it all, '
he laughed, I thought, he was going to faint,
thru the years, with that story,
we have really had a ball
Then there was the time
we tried to chop down the tree
my brother got mad, but the three was mine
oh, we were so care-free
I never forget the racoon,
that followed us home,
he seemed to like our radio
that was playing a tune
the racoon, seemed so a lone
I never forgot the indian head
pennies, he sold me,
he stole them, of crime he led,
he had taken them from his dad
I should have known, he sold them so cheap
to get them back, his father was glad
He always did something
to me that was real mean
to make up, a present he would bring
of our friendship, he would lean
He taught me how to smoke
this you say, you call a friend.
when I could have had a stroke,
but he always had money to lend
When I didn't have any friends at all,
Danny was always, by my side
and it sure made me feel tall
if any one picked on me, he would
beat their hide
Every one called him and I a clown,
each one laughed so hard
that it, really brought them down,
at poker, he could really hide a card
Every morning before school
we played poker, he cheated a lot
and with him, I wanted to fight a duel
but he told me 'I cheat not.'
Of the down town loop, we did ride
in nine-teen fifty-nine
our car through the streets, would glide
trying to find girls
that would be his or mine
In nine-teen sixty, my dog shep died,
it was very depressing and sad
him and I, all day we cried
it made me unhappy and a little mad
In nine-teen sixty-two
he joined the army
I tried to join, but didn't make it
those days were very stormy
after what he went through,
I didn't mind a bit
In nine-teen sixty-seven
the army let him go,
at home at last, I thought I was
in heaven
but I soon found out, it wasn't so
The army had changed him, in many ways
Danny was not the same anymore
as I looked back, at those good old days
when I always heard him, knock on the door
All he wanted to do now, is go drink
he could'nt sit still very long
and he was really starting to sink
he had seen action, against the Viet Cong
Next to him one night
a man's throat was slashed, a man who was kind
it wasn't good, or right
and what it must have done, to Danny's mind
Over the years, I saw him, until eighty-one
hav'nt seen him since
remember well, good times and all the fun
Danny where ever you are,
you are still my best friend
does that make sense.
For The Defence
'This Cen-TEEN-ary,' sez 'e
Sez I, 'You'll pardon me.'
(Perlite, like that, first off, and 'arf in laughter).
'You'll pardon me, I'm sure,'
I sez: 'but, speakin' pure,
Cen-TEN-ary, I think's, the word you're after.'
'Cen-TEEN-ary!' sez 'e;
An' looks fair, bang at me
All sort of snakey-eyed an' irritated.
Sez I, 'Don't be absurd,
For the dictionary word
Is Cen-TEN-ary. It's much more edjacated.'
'Cen-TEEN-ary!!' sez 'e.
Some'ow, 'e seemed to be
The sorta bloke wot gits me back up proper.
'Aw, brush yer brains!' sez I,
Gettin' 'ot. (I dunno why.)
'Cen-TEN-ary!' I sez. 'You darn clod-'opper!'
'Cen-TEEN-ary!!!' sez 'e,
As snarky as could be.
You know the sorta bloke I mean - pig-'eaded).
'Cen-TEN-ary, you fool!
Ain't you never been to school?'
Sez I. An' then things 'appened - like I dreaded.
'Cen-TEEN-ary!!!' sez 'e.
An' 'e swings a left at me
That would 'a' knocked me cold, if it 'ad landed.
'Ho! A gentleman!' I sneers;
'Full of nice, perlite idears.'
Then I ups an' tears right into 'im, two-'anded.
'Cen-TEEN-ary,' squeaks 'e.
(Still obstinit, yeh see).
Well, it weren't no time for bein' tender-'arted,
So I spreads 'im on the floor,
An' 'e never sez no more ....
So, please yer Worship, that was 'ow it started.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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I Am
Shaking that blue eyed strangers hand,
Him asking what I am,
I am a person of morals,
With nothing to show for it.
I am the girl wondering the halls alone,
Wanting someone to care.
I am the answer to his betrayed heart,
But still looking for my question.
I am the 30 year old women without a lover,
As I can see everyone tie the knot that I know.
I am the unfertile women,
That dreams of a big family of my own.
I am the pilot of the plane,
Without a co-pilot.
I am the girl with a problem,
But no one is around to listen.
I am the only black girl in the a room,
Filed with white men.
I am the teen who reaches out for someone's help,
But no one seems to have time for me.
I am a women sleeping alone,
Without my lover.
I am the old women at a nursing home,
Without any family to make sure I am O.K.
I am the drunken women living within my bottle,
Who’s unintentional suicide is all to near,
Within my broken dreams,
Drowning in my pool of doubt,
With no one to hear my screams.
I am lonely.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Anti-abortion Song
Isn’t there a baby inside you,
You teenager?
Isn’t it alive within you,
You teen mother?
How come you did not know it,
For this long time?
Oh, without sex, can you turn
A teen mother?
*
There is a living baby
Inside your womb;
Don’t murder to stay happy,
And build its tomb!
Abortion’s murder most foul,
You teenager;
Don’t do a thing to put it
Into danger!
*
A baby’s inside because
You were careless;
It is a child of God too,
Don’t be ruthless.
If mom aborted you, then
Would you be here?
Allow the child to be born:
Don’t you now err!
*
Don’t you abort the cute babe,
Hear its sweet voice;
It pleads to God; be ‘pro-life’
And you rejoice.
There is a life within you,
Apart from yours;
It is your boy or girl own:
Don’t be ‘pro-choice! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
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Deep
Going to school she learned to read and write
So much is new and life's full of wrong and right
Homework is done life has just begun
Hello world here's daddy's girl
Waking up early morning living in her own place
Taking a shower staring in the mirror at a tired face
Something for breakfast doing her face
Feeding her pet just like every other day
Still she isn't knowing when she's locking the door and going to her work
That in the morning next day she won't sleep alone
Later on in the evening she'll be riding on a feeling
Still she's somehow gonna be needing just a beer more or two
Daddy's girl, here's daddy's little girl
Daddy's girl, here's daddy's little girl
Party and music feels like this night could last a lifetime
Ain't gonna lose this feeling tonight she'll leave it all behind
A kiss and a hug from one of those guys
But she leaves with another in a cab in the night
Unlocking the door she's weary she can feel his heavy breathin'
Not too sure if she's still playin' a game or if she really feels like screwing
Is this really loving she is feeling really nothing
Still she is letting him proceed with whatever that is he is doing
Daddy's girl...
A kiss and a hug from one of those guys
But she leaves with another in a cab in the night
Who thinks of protection or the choice of rejection
When he is just about all done and her head is dizzy from all the free beers
Daddy's girl...
song performed by by Quorthon
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Daddy's Girl
Going to school she learned to read and write
So much is new and life's full of wrong and right
Homework is done life has just begun
Hello world here's daddy's girl
Waking up early morning living in her own place
Taking a shower staring in the mirror at a tired face
Something for breakfast doing her face
Feeding her pet just like every other day
Still she isn't knowing when she's locking the door and going to her work
That in the morning next day she won't sleep alone
Later on in the evening she'll be riding on a feeling
Still she's somehow gonna be needing just a beer more or two
Daddy's girl, here's daddy's little girl
Daddy's girl, here's daddy's little girl
Party and music feels like this night could last a lifetime
Ain't gonna lose this feeling tonight she'll leave it all behind
A kiss and a hug from one of those guys
But she leaves with another in a cab in the night
Unlocking the door she's weary she can feel his heavy breathin'
Not too sure if she's still playin' a game or if she really feels like screwing
Is this really loving she is feeling really nothing
Still she is letting him proceed with whatever that is he is doing
Daddy's girl...
A kiss and a hug from one of those guys
But she leaves with another in a cab in the night
Who thinks of protection or the choice of rejection
When he is just about all done and her head is dizzy from all the free beers
Daddy's girl... ::
song performed by by Quorthon
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Do You Believe Me?
I drank a little too much,
The rum has a strong punch,
I don’t understand why,
Didn’t you say stop?
You knew I couldn’t see clearly,
With my foggy eyes.
I was so drunk I felt like I couldn’t move!
Tears poured out of my eyes,
I just wanted to go home!
There are guys all over,
Why did I put myself in this position?
I promised I’d be different!
I stumbled to the bed,
Talking to my brother on my cell phone,
Crying uncontrollably pleading him to help me,
But through the drunken fear filled speech and tears,
He doesn’t think anything’s really wrong,
I’m just too drunk, and scared to have a seizer and to die.
Hanging up the phone my heart sank.
Puking once more into the little garbage can.
Still laying there not knowing,
The guys have come in and she has locked the door,
They surround the bed with, their belts being to be undone,
One holds me down, while the other one has his way,
I am screaming for the girl, who I once called friend,
HELP PLEASE I DON’T WANT THIS! ! !
I try to fight, but I am too drunk.
They switch, it was all the first guys’ idea,
Then a third guy had his way,
Tearing me up more inside.
After that I past out,
So, I don’t know how many,
Had their fun with me.
I woke up scared and alone,
With one less friend.
And no where to call home.
But the worst thing about this is,
The one I called friend was right there,
THE WHOLE TIME and did nothing to stop it! ! !
Then when I tried to tell someone they didn’t believe me! ! !
My other friends, my mother, step father, THE COPS no one,
Even though these nightmares that won’t end,
To let my dreams begin!
They still don’t believe me!
Please tell me you believe.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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I think I am too old to be doing teen movies. I am just kind of annoyed, because you have all these teen movies coming out with usually either Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff doing four of the exact teen movies over and over again.
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Stars In His Eyes
Teen wearing cool shades while he waits,
waits at to learn electric guitar to be great.
Be a great guitar player with 'Stars in his Eyes'
his guitar glows on stage late at night.
Teen waiting at Marathon Guitar Center store,
learning guitar from Rich,
to be better than before.
I told teen as I went out the door.
'You are in inspiration to me, '
as we both held on to our guitars,
'You will one day be a great rock star'.
Teen smiled and then Rich added,
'He will give you tickets to the front row-
to his sold out 'Rock Guitar Show'.
Teen smiled to Rich's reply,
I knew this teen could reach for the skies,
and be the 'Guitar Player with Stars in his Eyes.'
Written Suzae Chevalier on January 28,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sorry Little Girl
SORRY LITTLE GIRL THAT YOU CRY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL THAT HE WENT AWAY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL YOU CARRY SO MUCH PAIN
SORRY LITTLE GIRL IT DIDN'T WORK OUT YOUR WAY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL YOU WILL SEE HIM SOMEDAY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL FOR YOUR TEARS
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I HAVEN'T BEEN THERE
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I LOST MY MIND
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I'M NOT THE ONE YOU CAN LEAN ON
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I CRY TOO
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I CAN'T TAKE BACK THAT DAY
YOU KNOW I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I COULDN'T WAKE HIM UP, LIKE YOU ASK ME TO
LITTLE GIRL HE LOVES YOU AND YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
LITTLE GIRL JUST LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER HE IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU
LITTLE GIRL PLEASE DON'T CRY ANYMORE
IT MAKES ME SAD TO SEE YOU IN SO MUCH PAIN, I WISH YOU WERE STILL FOUR WHEN A KISS WOULD STILL FIX EVERYTHING
poem by Christina L Johnson
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The Girl Inside
the girl inside has a fear,
of what the girl inside holds so dear,
far from reality, but always in dream,
the girl inside is screaming althought it may not seem,
it grows louder and louder everyday,
just wondering why the feeling just wouldnt stay,
the girl inside more then ever wants to run,
just wanting to tell everyone that she is done,
the girl inside feels sick all over,
in her head she feels so drunk,
she just cant seem to shake this phunk,
the girl inside just wants to die,
even when the girl out side wond dare to cry,
the girl inside has a fear,
of what the girl inside holds so dear,
but the girl outside just wont let it near! ! !
poem by Michelle Guza
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Dont Drive Drunk
He and his wife have had problems
That hes played off like nothings wrong
til he comes home from work early
Just to find the girl is gone
Oh but he gets into the cupboard
Picks out that bottle of gin
Drinks like theres no tomorrow
And decides to take a spin
No dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk, no
Dont drive drunk
Mothers against drunk drivers are mad
Teenager at a live party
Says, give me one for the road
But hes already so inebriated
If you lit a smoke hed explode
But bartender says, I dont think so
Young one says, I can deal
Staggering out he says, check you all later
But I really dont think he will
No dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk, no
Dont drive drunk
Mothers against drunk drivers are mad
(repeat)
(background)
Dont drive drunk
D-d-d dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk
Hicup
(repeat)
Boy out with girl on their first date
Gets pulled over by the law
Officer says, hey cant you drive straight
Or have you been drinking alcohol?
Boy says, man are you crazy?
Cop says, hey then walk this line
But results from the breathalizer
Proves hes charged with d.u.i.
No dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk, no
Dont drive drunk
Mothers against drunk drivers are mad
(repeat)
(background)
Dont drive drunk
D-d-d dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk
Hicup
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Dont
dont run from love
you silly girl
for it may never come back to you.
dont hide your pain
you troubled girl
for it will never leave.
dont cry in shame
you sorrowful girl
for its not healthy.
dont cut and burn
you suicidal girl
just for selfish pleasure.
dont cry and mourn
you broken girl
for you deserve much better.
dont hide away
you hated girl
just because your all alone.
dont try to die
you hurtful firl
for tons of people still love you.
dont run away
you tormented girl
for no one will hurt you anymore.
dont pop and o.d.
you drugged up girl
people still want you to live.
dont drink and drive
you drunken girl
your not the only one that will get hurt.
dont fight and scream
you bullied girl
nobody is going to hurt you.
dont shed your tears
you crying girl
for no one even cares.
dont turn away
you lonely girl
for all youll have is yourself.
dont bottle things up
you un-hollow girl
for one day youll explode.
dont keep your secrets
you hidden girl
for one day youll die from it.
dont tell lies
you lying girl
for it will eat away at you.
dont shed your blood
you morbid girl
for its not even worth it.
dont let them control you
you obedient girl
for after awhile youll lose yourself.
dont let them hurt you
you tortured girl
for your heart will get ripped out.
dont torture yourself
you agonizing girl
for youll want to tear out your insides.
dont cheat at all
you untrustworthy girl
for youll never be trusted again.
dont waste away
you desolate girl
for there is no need to die.
dont be a prick
you cut up girl
for the scars will never go away.
dont be ashamed
you humiliated girl
for you have no reason to apologize.
My First Narrative Poem
When he was born,
the stars collapsed,
No one rejoice,
Not even himself.
When he was 3,
The people cry,
If why they give,
Someone like this.
When he was 10,
He's left behind,
& no one cares,
Even if he dies.
When he turned teen,
He learned to live,
Live the life alone,
Coz no one cares.
The time have passed,
No companion,
On his right side,
Even in the left.
He learned to survive,
Survive alone,
In his own way,
People loves him tight.
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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I'll Be The Girl
I'll be that girl,
who hides her fears...
I'll be that girl,
who never shows she is in pain...
I'll be that girl,
that cries herself to sleep every night
I'll be that girl,
who everyone thinks is stupid...
I'll be that girl,
who is a hero to others, but never has one of her own...
I'll be that girl,
who never breaks hearts but has hers broken all the time...
I'll be that girl,
who will end her life, when no one is around...
I'll be that girl,
who hides from everyone...
I'll be that girl,
that wants to die deep down but won't say anything...
I'll be that girl because,
It's the only one people will accept me for... the only one they want to be around...so that's me.
poem by Kupkake Kisses
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To The Woman I Once Loved
i have this morning seen
this picture of a teen-age girl
in facebook,
she carries your chinese eyes
and your rosy lips
i am bothered by her nose
it is not yours as a matter of prose
her eyebrows oh i will always remember
black birds which we watched while we drank beer
when i was yet your truthful lover
when your head once rested on my shoulder
when we were seated on a bench of yore
facing a row of boats docked ashore
i am nurturing a broken heart
and so i understand how is it to be hurt
this teen-age girl who wears this sweetest smile
takes me back to you my dear -in a certain while
i smile to myself, i admit i have been so wrong
and too must i admit, i am still so strong.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Greatest Love
I first fell in love when I was young in grade school
With nature whose magic and beauty was all around
Like a butterfly to the flowers I was drawn
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt, the purest I’ve ever found.
In high school, in my mid-teen, I fell in love
With a girl whose beauty could captivate all men
Thoughts of her filled my mind everyday, every night
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt was heaven.
This love was intense, and music made it more so even
Love songs and music I search the radio through the nights
‘Till I discovered the classics, the symphonies of Beethoven
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt was the ultimate pleasure.
In my late teen, after much reading, thinking; the human mind
The most mysterious, complex thing; I was awed and fell in love
I couldn’t imagine the infiniteness of its wonder and beauty
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt must have come from above.
Soon all this led to my greatest love before I was twenty
Since then for decades, my mind, my thoughts it’s occupied
But where is the joy I must have reaped for loving this Humanity?
Why have I instead been getting pain, sorrow and bitterness?
poem by Leonard Sims
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Vincent 5
The teacher
this women who is supposed to nuture young minds
the giver of presious knowlege
the one person a kid of 14 can trust
with one act runied a child
A child in a teen body
A child so afraid of changes
a child so freindles
look to her for compassion
On my own parents other dutys
I bathed not
worn clean clothes not
did not know how to not
To think she this teacher would help
reach out get me what I needed
nope as I sat waiting in class for her to arrive horror arrived instead
down the aisle she walked she even smiled
then sat in the row ahead of me, like I was garbage
not even good enough to sit with
A child/teen of 14 has feelings
and mine were shattered in instant
never to return
people hate even a child/teen screaming for help
poem by Vincent Armone
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Best Man
I was getting fed up
With all your dipping out with every girl around town
You know what I'm talking 'bout
Cause you've been caught
And I forgave you many times
But now I slipped up
And while your friend was around
I gave him a taste of my love
I know that I broke your trust for a night of lust
But don't let that break us up
1 - Charge it to the game baby
I know what's going on when you say your alone
And you won't pick up the phone
Charge it to the game baby
You can't even hate
Don't get up in my face
Cause your boy got a taste
2 - He is your best man, your best friend
I guess you didn't know that I had him
I know that you hate that
It's like that
You were the best but yet he ain't so bad
Repeat 2
I needed a shoulder to cry on
But I got more than a shoulder that night
I know that you're mad and you're angry
Who gives a damn?
You didn't treat me right
You know that I love you
More than anything, you are the center of my life
It was just tit for tat, a little pay back
Let it go and leave it like that
Repeat 1
Repeat 2 (2x)
So many times you broke my heart
I never thought that it would heal
So I decided to return the pain
You always make me feel
Now I won't try to justify
What I did but I'll tell you why
If you think someone else is in my life
Then maybe you'll treat me right, yeah
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Repeat 2
song performed by by Faith Evans
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