Teenage Soul
Was supposed to be a love poem reminiscent of my schooldays, but it went out of control
Its a cliché, but your smile captivates me
Puts me in a trance and animates me
My soul dancing and prancing within me
When you look at me.
Piercing eyes melting the walls within me
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Whenever I see you in the morning a thought enters my mind
What is she going to do
Will she turn around and smile?
or continue listening on her phone until the song is through?
Will she be happy to see me?
or ignore me and go hanging out with her crew?
The agony of the questions pulling my mind in two
Should I approach and say hi or sit back and slouch on the side
It’s not life or death, so why am I so stressed?
A simple interaction between two of the human faction
Nothing serious and nothing acute
Nothing scary or hard to compute
Just push through but don’t be a brute
Just say hi and see what comes through
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Stupid thoughts of a teen in-between
Two sides of life, so confusing and unclean
Childhood and adulthood, to which should I conform
Unsure and unrelenting thoughts of what’s the "norm"
I still like cartoons, but they tell me to burst out of the cocoon
Into adult life so suddenly, it felt like a hurricane
Or a typhoon of emotion and thoughts
Swirled into some unknown existence
In the pit of my mind to this day so persistent
Making me question if I ever really left childhood
Or am I an imposter child roaming adulthood in a coat and hood.
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
This was really good. Very relatable
As soon as I read the subtitle I knew this would be good. I love when my own writing surprises me, and when other writers are surprised by theirs. I can’t say I relate to this, but it was so well written that I easily connected with how you feel.
Sshhh, don't tell anyone but I'm an 8 year old running around in an adult body, lol!
It's more fun to be an imposter child. Great piece.
Arent we all? It took me to 40 to realise we are all pretending!
I love those ending lines, “Making me question if I ever really left childhood / Or am I an imposter child roaming adulthood in a coat and hood.” They are so relatable. I think we all feel that way, at least at some point. Well done.
sweet-captivates the mind in these situations.