Shoot for the moon
or,
Shoot yourself.
By: Brenda Skinner
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- I WILL NEVER LOVE AGAIN (24)
- Life Sucks and I Want to Die (33)
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HOW TO ADD A POEM TO THIS SITE
- THE RULES
- 1- First you must understand that this site is satirical and your poems will be viewed as such.
- 2- The poem must be your own work and you must have written it when you were between the ages of 10-19.
- 3- You should be an adult now and able to laugh at your old creative expressions of angst.
- 4 - Please e-mail your old angsty poems along with your name/ pen name, the category you think best suits your poem, the age/ year you penned your poem, and, if you'd like, include the location you wrote your poem to teenangstpoet (at) gmail.com - Thanks!
ABOUT
- TEEN ANGST POETRY
- Vancouver, Canada
- WHAT IS TEEN ANGST POETRY? Teen angst poetry is written between the ages of 12-18 (or later) when one is depressed or hurt. It is an outlet for the most "profound" thoughts ...or so you thought at the time - those "YES! this is so what I mean!" moments. Most often teen angst poetry has horrible rhyming schemes and very obvious metaphors. Common themes include: I am alone, No one understands my pain, I will never love again, Fuck you, Fuck off, Go to hell, and Life sucks.
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2008
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September
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- Bumbershoot
- My blackheads
- the "B" word
- I kissed you first
- Forbidden Fruit
- She sits in a room
- Epic Poem
- Untitled
- Long Untitled
- It’s a party.
- Untitled
- Words
- I can't sympathize
- You've wrapped your arms
- Untitled
- Short Poem
- Death's Sonnet
- Untitled
- 'From a potential member of an insane assylum'
- 'Drink up my sweet, the game is over'
- The Earth's core is calling out for my heart.
- Untitled
- La nuit noire (the black night)
- hanging on the floor
- Goodbye Letter
- a bottle of black clouds
- Her voice
- FROUCKINBECKIN
- Hypocrisy, domestic charm, ZILCH
- Capitals
- Untitled
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September
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THE PERFECT GIFT
TEEN ANGST QUEEN
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