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Again, I fell for it, the same ole' dating routine.
I saw you, I loved it, until I saw the real thing.
You acted like you were "the stuff" and tried to push me away.
I rejected that attitude and came closer trying to stay.
You turned your back repeatedly, making me feel bad.
You even yelled at me once because I made you mad.
You cut me off in sentence once to shut me up right then.
You squeezed your eyes and walked away, and left me alone again.
 I watched you walk the longest way, again I felt so awful.
 But, I'll never stop thinking of you, or how you are so wonderful.
 
By Sydney Stewart    

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TeenAngstPoetry.com note: Not entirely sure if this is an authentic Teen Angst Poem or an adult angst poem channeled through the bad rhymes of a Teen Angst one.

Am I gifted or cursed for the way that I think?
Have I been given something extra or am I missing a link?
Nothing ever seems complicated or too hard
and I happily go that extra yard.

I see things in patterns and approach things one step at a time;
however I am at a loss to explain my downward climb.
I have always been different and have never fit in.
So many questions I don’t know where to begin.

Is there anyone else out there at all?
Maybe you are the one who should answer my call.
I can’t be the only person who loves to work and live alone,
who reads and writes and hates the phone.
I can never be myself around people I know
and it is a huge effort to keep up the show.
I pretend to be stupid and I never make waves,
bosses seem happier when working with slaves.
I work twice as hard and never complain.
I put up with ignorance and listen to the truly insane.
I lower myself to have half the chance.
Nobody likes a smarty-pants.

I never claimed to be brilliant, but I can’t change what I know.
I swallow my pride and secretly grow.
I need none of the things that people work for.
Although they are nice to have around, I need something more.
What that something is I have yet to find out.
Until then I will quietly accomplish my goals without any doubt.

Everyday something happens that hurts me deeper inside.
A struggle each time to go on or runaway and hide.
So many things in this world that don’t make sense
and closer to home on the same side of the fence.

No one cares about anything at all.
They do their eight hours and disappear behind a wall.
Everyone rips everyone else off.
People are treated like pigs in a troph.
Most people accept that they have to work,
but they take the fun out of it and just go bezerk.

All the rules and regulations.
The lawyers and courts and masturbations.
Schoolyard politics, techno and rap!
Nothing left to enjoy, I am surprised we don’t snap.

Why have tertiary pressures to succeed,
when there are not any jobs for the many that need.
I have painted a grim picture that affects us all.
These problems can be fixed when broken down small.
I program myself daily not to worry about things I can’t control.
I predict the things I can, a one in six chance each time I roll.

By Matt Carroll http://www.mattjamescarroll.com

I AM ALONE AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN

I can't escape from this place,
All I see is your face,
You left me in the rain,
Alone and insane.

My insides writhe like a tempestuous sea,
I am drowning in what was once you and me.
How can this reality be?

I can't look at myself,
I store my tear drops on a shelf.
They've gathered dust,
And my heart has begun to rust.

Leave me to be,
On the tempestuous sea.
Because you will never see,
We were meant to be.

By: Shannon

Mulitple Angst Poetry

My name is Lisa Cashley, I wrote all three of these poems over a short period of time in which i broke up with a violent boyfriend and then had to abort the baby we had concieved together. I found it helpful to write a poem about the loss and then I don't know really I suppose it just became an addictive way to let it all out. I think either "life sucks and i want to die", "I am alone and no-one understands my pain" or "more than like poems"


You!

I’ll dry my tears
I don’t need your arms
I don’t need your hold
I can do this alone
You weren’t there,
You don’t know how it feels
You don’t want to be here
You should go…leave.

My heart was broken
My eyes did cry
Not for you
For it.
For the loss
For the pain
For the life
For the name
For Baby.


So young


These bruises bare no image of you,
My mind passing over that night
What night
Those nights
Over and over
Again and again
No stopping
Until I fell to limp to fight back
Scarred, scared, helpless.

A baby,
So young, me.
So alone,
No-one
Not even you
Dad…I don’t know how,
But yes. A call
A cry for help, you’re not there.
A want, a need, a hunger,
A joy
A life
A child
Taken away
Just like that.
No care, no love, no memory
Dead!

Nothing
Not you, not it
Just me
Alone again
This time for ever
Alone
Me.




A never ending prayer

1, 2, 3
I won’t stop counting,
The weeks
The months
The years

Always on my mind
In peace
In bliss
In happiness
You’ll be

A never ending prayer
Of sadness
Of joy
Of pain
How suddenly you left me

It’s ok, don’t cry,
I’m here
I’m sorry
You’ll always be in my heart.
I’m sad
You’re gone
I’m happy
You’re mine
You’re Baby
I’m Mum

I love you.

Alone

I walk into school,
you stare as I pass,
you single me out,
to the back of the class,

silently judging,
your stares tell your thoughts,
the odd little snigger,
my head, it distorts,

I know that I’m "different",
but is that so wrong?
I don’t follow the crowd,
I sing my own song,

I’m not like you,
I’m not a clone,
I am unique,
I am alone


By: Beth

I can't sympathize

I can't sympathize
I can't understand
No, I don't know what you're going through
Because I guess everyone is happy with me
BUT me
And I'm sick of that
And I'm sick of rejecting people
And I'm sick of people thinking I have everything figured out.
I don't know ANYTHING.
Just please, once, finally, take my word for it.

By: Lucy Weiland

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On this night, like every other night, tears burn your eyes.
There is no longer a purpose, nor even a desire to search for one.
Familiarity, is all.
Who you cry for is inherently unimportant.
Spill over your lashes; lick up the tracks.
Taste the adversity of paralyzing fear.
Sodium lamentation without a cause hits the mahogany dinette,
and its splash lands in your coffee.
You eat, sleep, breathe painless suffering.

By: Lucy Weiland

'Drink up my sweet, the game is over'

Yes, there it goes again.
Rip, rip... I rip paper.
Snowflakes, flying everywhere.
So beautiful, like angels.

But the messages they carry
are far worse than blasts of rain.

Sweet winged angels
with souls of pure evil.
Sipping acid in the sunlight,
playing their little games
of razorblades and laughter.
Such carefree detachment...

The sudden cracking of my brain
has gone away, asleep and well.
The beating on the window of rain
puts me to rest. How fake.

The game is on and I'm a victim.
Angelic feathers tickle hearts,
They play and giggle.
...little feathery wings,
Stop tickling my life!

The blade's too sharp,
it's cold.
My blood is colder.
The sockets of my eyes are cold
and wet with dew of death.

Thick waves of life...
I'm finally alive!
I wasn't wrong, my heart is red
and red with blood!
...my head has lost its purpose,
the blood flows free.
The angels' game is finished.

But wait, they are no angels...
I see their disguise at last.
Acidic cups are empty now
and they will never sting again.
The wings were fake,
sweet buttercups were demons...

I didn't wake,
I was still dead.
Life never came.
It all stayed still.

By: Alisa Popova

La nuit noire (the black night)

12/23/93

Sitting here in darkness
This cold and solemn evening
Snow falls like tears that spill from my eyes
Making me shiver
Numbing my bones
Hardening my soul
Piercing it and letting it bleed red drops of blood
There is not a star to be seen
No moon
No light
No hope.
Just the two hands of this clock that ticks eternally
Spinning round and round with each day and
Night
Being bound by this shroud of black
This warm body floating in this cold sea
Pain and anger swimming around me
Preparing to devour me when I die
Now, I see nothing, for my eyes are shut.
Tight.
Usually open to all light, they now are closed to this misery that pounds upon this gate of mine
The sky is filled with grey clouds
Those solitary grey clouds
Those solitary grey feelings that everyone feels
No one knows about me
Everyone's asleep in their beds
While I'm out here
Maybe I can make a fire
They will see me
Flock to me
This fire, it will burn hot
Embers that will melt the snow
The icy rivers -- they will flow blue
Like those eyes I see in my head
The memory keeps me here
Thinking.
Thinking about me.
Those eyes.
That face burnt into my soul
It will never leave me
I can see it now,
Can it see me?
Lying here in vain, here on this rock
Maybe this stone has been here longer than me
Probably not.
Don't leave again
You leave like the snow in the spring
My body -- it aches from the cold
It aches from no sleep -- it aches from no love
Hoping that those eyes will find me
I am so faithful
Not letting go of this hand which holds me over a cliff
I will wait here until my blood rushes through my veins no more.
My eyes -- they are still shut
-and I will wait for you until my eyes won't be able to open.

By: Leana Clothier

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LITTLE BOY BLUE, COME BLOW YOUR HORN
MY FRIENDS HAVE ALL FALLEN ASLEEP
LISTEN, LISTEN WELL TO THESE LESSONS
REMEMBER TIME IT TICKS EVER SO SLIGHTLY
WITH PALE SHAFTS OF LIGHT GLISTENING ON THE SURFACE
A SWISH OF TASTE TO ADD TO YOUR SENSES
A CALMNESS NEVER KNOWN, NOT QUITE
INSIDE TURMOIL FACED WITH LIES
JUST WANTING TO BE LEFT ALONE, SWEET SILENCE IS PAINFUL
TO A BRAIN ROT WITH IDEAS, NOT SO PLEASANT IN NATURE
BUT HEAVEN KNOWS NO SINNER THAT CAN NOT FORGIVE
FOR EVEN YOURSELF IS AT TOLL
TELL ME A TALE OF THOSE LOST CHILDREN
THEIR SOULS ALL BURRIED IN DUST
A GENTLE BREEZE TEASES THE MIND
TO STAND BEFORE YOU IN JUDGEMENT, A CRIME BEFITTING OF
NONE
TO HAVE LOST IS OF SORROW, TO TAKE IS OF MADNESS
SHIFT GENTLE TIDE AND RECAPTURE MY MIND
IT SITS STAGNANT IN A POOL OF PLIGHT
TIS NUMBERS COUNT ON WHICH THEY CAME
BUT LEAVES TO NUMBERS OF GREATER WEALTH
AND SOFTLY I HEAR THEM CALLING, BUT NOT MY NAME
KNOW NOT THAT I HAVE STOOD HERE BEFORE
KNOW THAT I STAND HERE NOW, CROSSED BY DISTASTE
OF HERE-AFTER, SHIMMY DOWN THE IDEALS OF MAN
TO CLUSTER UNDER A TREE
FIX THIS PROBLEM, BUT LET NOT HER HEART BLEED
DRIPPING OF SERENITY, EYES MASKED IN GLORY
FLING AWAY THE STORY TELLING AND READ MY TIME
THE TIME THAT TICKS EVER SO SLIGHTLY
AGHAST, IN AWE, AT FOES AND FRIENDS
MAGISTRATE IN FIRM RULE; UNFINISHED, UNSAID
CALLING MY HEADTO FIELDS OF LESSER DAISIES
FIGHTING THE SUN, BLOCKING OUT THE MOON
HOW MANY DAYS EVER BRIGHTEN
SINCE YOUR SONG, SWEET ROBIN, BUT NOT TO MINE EARS
OF THAT OF THEIRS, FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE
TO KEEP AND TO TREASURE
COME SOFTLY, LITTLE BOY BLUE
BLOW YOUR HORN
MY FRIENDS ARE ALL ASLEEP.

By: Virginia Rehberg
10/17/91

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My parakeet cage is not big enough
The clock is ticking, but minutes are as long as hours
And I find myself sinking to depths that I am not accustom to
Only the empty shower purifies my senses
And only the lifeless room knows my place
Its been years since I remember feeling this way
Back when walking through the front gate
was like stepping into another life.
(an unhappy one)
I now appreciate those feelings of happiness
Its energy and enthusiasm
They are not so easily found
Introverted and submissive-who the hell am I
I am the memory of an eagle hiding in a parakeet
I am unhappysometimes
Existing in these 4 walls which exist within 4 more
Two ends if a broad spectrum
I can be so comfortable
Yet so isolated
And for the first time, I ask
Do you like me?
Unfortunately, I think not more oft than should
Some must wonder why I ventured this far
I most certainly do
I miss simplicity and complication
Conflict is not the problem I have a taste for that
It is unknowing that will be my undoing
And the cycle at every month

By: Virginia Rehberg
10/15/92

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A soulful search in nothingness
Leaves my hands stained red.
Shipping sails towards the setting sun,
Taking along my hearts desire
With no hope of closing the hole
that life has left.
I often drift back
To shores of tomorrow
On ideas of yesterday.
But as high tide comes rolling in
I fatefully drown
In moon lit sorrow
Spitting out salty water
Wrought with the distaste of bad memories!

By: Virginia Rehberg
8/30/92

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Shady reality has left clouded vision shrouded cold and alone
Pools of shimmering mystery, dripping through the ceiling
My fever boils high through the night
***shifting in turmoil
Scants of tomorrows dust burns my eyes
Realism costs a high price
And pages stained white with serenity reveal undertones of hurt
Bloodied by my fathers hands dirtied by the social soil
Touching mystic ideals in time
The moon shines bright in chasms of DARKNESS
Shattering crystalline images
What face does this innocent child wear?
Incessantly crying behind closed eyes
My heart rains for wounds of the past
My arms let go of the ideas of today
What mask to wear, what mask to where?
Take down the lights and plug your ears.

By: Virginia Rehberg
11/8/92

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Weathered my soul has become under this cloud. Not sure what type of cavernous hurt I have. Implied on the binding parts of my life, striking or struck I have become numb to the difference. Leather bounds my expression. Astounding attempts, fragile to one. Lost is needed as the stairs are steep, will the like insisted choose right resenting every plea for broken words. Why do these demons entangle their will. Embarrassed by action & content in not feeling. Their words build me & break me. Friends like poison of the slowest kind. Desperation needs truth. Here I reside hoping not to parish from misinterpreted judgment."

By: Jesse Howard

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I glance around our crowded hallways
and see,
Faces desperate for acceptance,
Hearts in search of comfort, at any risk.
Arms seeking arms. Pain seeking strength.
Do we wish for neglect or does it innocently fall into unwilling laps?
There should be a reason why we worship friends as gods.
We date those we shouldn't; those we do not love.
We want what is desired not by us, but by them--other's opinions create our own.
When we joyful, we are sad.
When we are frightened, we are angry.
Are smiles really grimaces?
Are kisses really bites?
Life, engulfed by pain,
I wonder,
Is there any beauty worth seeking out?

By: Leslye Walton

Just a Simple Figh

You said God put us together
To make me stronger
And you kinder
But I havent gotten stronger,
And you havent gotten nicer.
I only feel weaker and drained.
Struggling to understand each other,
But only clashing in our point of views.

Our shouting sent the walls flying and the neighbors ears
To the floor
For they never came rapping at the door
Rocking to the rhythm of my tears
Choked breaths marked the time
Your capitalized claws found me
Through our words
And raked across my souls flesh
Scarred and maimed, my soul
Is netted together with a fine mesh
Of ink, words, and paper.

You said I need to grow up
and that you werent going to be around forever
And I thought how could I regain my childhood
And wished you would go away
Your words triggered nothing
No love no compassion, and definitely no motivation

Our fights rocked the neighborhood
Sliding the earth out from under their feet
Sending them on their backs
And me to my knees
Just another peaceful day in the neighborhood
Or so we all pretend

You said that I am a nobody and need to get off my ass
Once in a while
Be a part of something and make an attempt to look nice
For others judged on looks and would make fun of me
I thought you were the only one to point them out
That you were never satisfied
You wanted me to be you

Peace is broken and lying on the floor
The walls cracked and the earth shaken
Me hiding in my room and you lurking downstairs
Blaring the TV and I hiding within my music
The banging juts my attention sending me to the hallway
We retract our scathing words
But the electric tension crackles in the air
The neighbors kept their ears to the floor
For they never came rapping at the door
Peace is broken and lying on the floor

By: Amanda Hawk

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The wind whips at the hollows of my mind,
and I cannot react in time,
to save myself,
or my soul,
to breathe the breath as black as coal.
No others will know
of my torture.
Only me in thine eyes
The death of one who tries,
when there's so many missing things.
There are so many missing things."

By: Heidi Houser

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It started out in 1977, god dropped you a little gift from heaven

Two parents struggling to do the best they can, giving it all to the child they had

Love kept them together through the years, always caring for me and wiping my tears

I miss the closeness we once had, when I think about it- it makes me feel so bad
I used to be able to tell you everything, keeping no secrets and having no shame
Where is the loving father I once knew? I wish I could say my love for you has only grew...

But you make me angry and pissed off, and I want out-

That's why I am leaving here for good with out a doubt

I hope you enjoy your new life here without me, all quiet and stress free
Just remember the choices you made, you brought
me to this, the path has been paved
I'll be out of here by dawn- I hope you'll miss me when I am gone........

*I wrote and left this for my parents before I hitch hiked (via truckers) with 2 girlfriends from Eugene OR to San Francisco CA to live a more glamourous life..."

By: Disree Hewitson

A Mask

A Mask

By: Karl


A mask

A mask

A mask that I wear everyday


A talking mask

A breathing mask

A smiling mask


A mask that I’ve sculpted

Sharpened

Honed

And loved


You’ve served me well…


In times of troubles

And in times of pain

You’ve been there for me


But now I know

I should leave you

But will I survive

Or just go downhill


I’ll never know

Until I remove


My Mask

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Gone

You’re out of my life,

And all I can do is watch the minutes, hours, days go by

Without you

I think of all the things I could, should, would have said

Now I can’t speak because of my tears being shed

Not here

We wanted to be together till we die

And we were never given the chance to say goodbye

Not together

I think of what could have been

And if you ever think about me.



By: Maria



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