You never know what you got till its gone. Oldest saying alive. And its completely true. I'm 15. I used to live in a suburban, quiet town with several groups of friends. I had one group who was a little immature but fun. I ha one group of friends who was more mature and we were popular throughout the school but that didn't matter. We could care less, we're just us. I now live in the city, near boston. I'm a relatively tough kid and I've been in a few fights. I know how to handle myself but I have a soft side. I'm also secretly really emotional. Everyone here is having sex and doing drugs. Everyone here is worried about being tough, or cool, or whatever. I hate it. I fit in ok, I have a group of friends who I kinda like and its an ok life. I live with my aunt and uncle and mom while my dad stays in the suburban town. I have the option of moving in with him but I think it would kill my mom to hear that I want to. I miss playing tackle football in the snow at the park. I miss having sleepovers and watching movies till 4 am. I miss not talking about how wasted so and so was, and what type of weed is out there. I miss having honest friends. I'm in an impossible situation and i think I'm slowly going insane here. I feel trapped and I really want to move back. Any advice on how to handle this?
Ever since I left I feel a want, a vacant space in me- I left a part of me with you. My memories are now cold, Reminiscent of times once had; Like beach houses in winter. And I lie awake every night, Watching life pass me by As I watch silently. I don’t miss what we had. I don’t miss loving you- but feeling warm and belonging. A poem from my daily journal. Please comment/critique.
She came with the tides, her scent in every grain, her face in every cloud. She always left me and I wondered why I always went back. One year I lost her Amongst the crashing waves And the painted skys. The crying dove whispered his tale Of how she sung my name When she drifted away And I heard it from the seashells Of how she begged for me by night And it was all to late That I realized I was her moon And she was my tides Until she was drifting to find another star
I am 15 years old, leaving my 8th grade year. I consider myself a "modern hippy". I have an amazing girlfriend and a few true good friends. Most of my friends are considered "popular" on the social scale, along with me. But the normal "expected" clothing and such from people is not what I wear or do and I find myself getting tired of justifying myself to everyone. And when I really get sick of it I think "screw it, I'll just get different friends" but then all I can think of is that they would be "nerdy". And I think its an asshole thing to think but I like being popular and I guess I'll have to keep fighting for who I am. Does anyone else have a similar situation?
One of my many poems, I felt like posting a rather odd one... Scribbled, and dragging; black sharpie. Spitting rumors with ease, hearts are broken with a sarcastic kiss. Eyes filled with laughter, point and shout. When the eyes bulge, the laughing stops and your name is dropped. White-out and smudging can only disguise. Nervous sweats, midnight worries will the writing remain?