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 Aug 2014 Alice
M
adults
 Aug 2014 Alice
M
I am tired
of people talking to me
like I am stupid
and tired
of this condescending tone
in words and writing
and the 'I'm a parent you're a child'
attitude, and the 'just wait til you go to college'
why do I have to wait? Why is it that
righteousness is delayed,
that it is assumed I am average,
a child to be ignored,
I am  capable of making my own decisions
and I am tired of adults telling me I cannot
simply because I have not traveled the sun's orbit enough.
what is your IQ, oh wise and elder one?
please enlighten me with what politics you think will help America.
what is your opinion on the five pillars of Islam?
What about the politics of Nepal?
and is China a communist or socialist state?
oh, you don't care? why?
because you're satisfied with being ignorant
and you refuse to have your beliefs questioned by someone
younger than you
because by birthright, you have claimed
authority over all areas of life and have
taken the wishes of children until they are left beaten down
for you do not believe in them,
you only believe in yourself,
and you are wrong,
but you can't see that.
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
Existence
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
We are all connected consciously.
Experiencing one another subjectively.
We are all one universally.
Look closer and soon you'll see,
that all matter is condensed energy.
Can you feel it pulse from me?
Beating in and out rhythmically.
Renewing itself repeatedly.
All things have a frequency.
Each wave, different like you and me.
Harmonizing in a similar key.
Drifting out into eternity.
There is so much that you can’t see.
The building blocks of reality.
Destroying and creating endlessly.
Infinite possibility.*
Existence  *cycles continuously.
Matter shifts from you to me.
Choosing where to go unbiasedly.
Tempestuous, chaotic entropy.
All things are connected musically.
A never-ending melody.
It has been and will always be.
Vibrations existing in harmony.
March 16, 2013
Seventeenth
Inspired by Bill Hicks
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
3:00AM
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
It's 3:00AM and I can't catch a wink.
It's 3:00AM so I begin to drink.

Every drop brings ease to my mind.
So I pour another shot and begin to unwind.

A sinking feeling deep in my core.
My eyes are heavy, dry and sore.

Twisting spine, muscles tight, ******* in knots.
Living this uncomfortably brings on unspeakable thoughts.

Each night it only gets worse.
Each and every night I live with this curse.

I can't keep doing this, tomorrow I must work.
Looks like another day of being an irritable ****.

It's 3:00AM, and I pour another drink.
It's 3:00AM, my thoughts begin to sink.
It's 3:00AM, I can do nothing but think.
It's 3:00AM, so I write it out in ink.
August 13, 2012
Fourteenth
 Aug 2014 Alice
M
burnout
 Aug 2014 Alice
M
I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day
so I could do all the things that need to be done
and all the things I want to do
and homework
and studying
and musical instruments
and sports
and eating
and a social life
and clubs
and reading
and sleep

but you can't have everything, can you?
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
Rebirth
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
The public should be wiser,
our wealth controlled by misers.
Breed more sheep for the pasture,
bow down before the master.

When it comes to worldly knowledge,
you don't need to go to college.
Scare tactics promote the system,
tie us down in neo-serfdom.

An age in great need of regression,
back before the planets oppression.
We all get weaker by the hour,
lets rise up and take back the power.

So let us tear up all the concrete,
we will once again sow the Earth.
Rip the ruling class from their seat,
chaos will bring us our rebirth.
April 8, 2012
Eighth
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
Untitled
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
If ninety-eight percent
of our DNA is shared
with a chimpanzee.

Than how
truly different
could you be
from me.
August 10, 2014
Twenty-sixth
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
My Garden
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
There are plenty of flowers that flourish in my garden
Too many to pick just one, but all the days of my life to enjoy the ones I choose
One at a time I pluck my next blossom
I choose just one and allow her inside
Her beloved aroma excites my nostrils
Her beauty brightens each day I am with her
However with each day that beauty dims
Those vibrant colours dull and fade
My once beloved fragrance now bores me
For its been the same smell day after day
I ask "What’s wrong my love, why are we no longer satisfied with each others company?"
My love does not respond to my query
Yet her reply does come to me in time
Nothing in this universe shall stay the same
My flower is no longer the flower i once choose from my garden
My love for this flower is now gone with my realization
Does this make me a bad person?
I think not
isn’t love just an emotion
Can I not as easily fall in and out of love as I become happy or sad
With this thought I travel back outside
To choose from the many flowers that flourish in my garden
2008
I hope I have improved over time.
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
Untitled
 Aug 2014 Alice
Juneau
Introvert, extrovert, people of every kind
The toughest battles we face take place within the mind
So take what you need to try and unwind
You're not the only one who's feeling behind
We all suffer the same so remember to be kind
You never know what other troubles people find
Without the needless actions and speaking of others with malign
If you've ever done this leave those habits behind
So that we can all focus on alleviating our own internal grind
August 21, 2014
Twenty-seven
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