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Array ( [sid] => 87008 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Teenage Waste Land [time] => 2005-03-09 20:42:26 [hometext] => I don't really know if this is dark poetry. My apologies if it is not. [bodytext] => Stuck here in this teenage waste land,
while watching all these people go through all their wanna be friends,
that they share secrets with,
only in the end to find out they are betraded by the close minded people they call friends.

Watching all the people that used to be your friends go through puberty,
while you sit there trying your hardest not to explode,
and spill out all the secrets you long to tell your ex-best friends.

As you skip class, and fail, some what hoping to be noticed.
you feel invisible.
you are invisible.
you sit in class, day after day waiting for the right moment to spill out your secrets,
but when you open your mouth to tell everyone,
your throat closes up,
and a big block of ice blocks out all the words you wish to scream...

You walk home alone,
in the cold of the storm that blows only over you.
You walk into your room and go into your closet,
while you sit there,
crying silently to your-self,
you fall to the floor and bite down on your pillow and scream...

Wishing to leave this teenage waste land. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lovely_4_Steve [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Teenage Waste Land

Contributed by Lovely_4_Steve on Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 08:42:26 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Stuck here in this teenage waste land,
while watching all these people go through all their wanna be friends,
that they share secrets with,
only in the end to find out they are betraded by the close minded people they call friends.

Watching all the people that used to be your friends go through puberty,
while you sit there trying your hardest not to explode,
and spill out all the secrets you long to tell your ex-best friends.

As you skip class, and fail, some what hoping to be noticed.
you feel invisible.
you are invisible.
you sit in class, day after day waiting for the right moment to spill out your secrets,
but when you open your mouth to tell everyone,
your throat closes up,
and a big block of ice blocks out all the words you wish to scream...

You walk home alone,
in the cold of the storm that blows only over you.
You walk into your room and go into your closet,
while you sit there,
crying silently to your-self,
you fall to the floor and bite down on your pillow and scream...

Wishing to leave this teenage waste land.




Copyright © Lovely_4_Steve ... [ 2005-03-09 20:42:26]
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Re: Teenage Waste Land (User Rating: 1 )
by distortedmind on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 09:54:57 PM AEST
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That was really good




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