The animal of youth is dying, Growing out more than up. Everyone reminisces on the way they’ve pissed down Time’s mouth, and complain how their life has amounted to what they did not want. Urine is more honest than anything brutalized by words. A bitter…
Girl With Glowsticks in her Gauges
I want a girl that will dangle glow sticks through her gauges
and keeps up on a long board.
One willing to finger paint
and scream blink 182 lyrics
when the highway is our only audience.
Her smile is important. A Vagabond strip of moon that shimmers like…
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Youth poetry publisher seeking the writing of poets ages 12-25
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
Don’t censor yourself. Don’t follow the crowd. Don’t be cheap. Young as you are, play dead- so that your eyes will stay open.
When we were young
We take the horns
And flip the bull
by Jeremiah Walton