This is serenity,

I walk into the room;
it is home to me.
The bass speakers boom
and the shock sets me free.
A basement apartment
in a youth's house
unlocked internal compartments
and we are roused.
The spectators mosh;
and I get slammed.
We scorn posh;
and pity is banned.
The focus is forgetting
the mornings pain;
the band is letting
us go insane.
Retrieve your identity;
hold off the thief.
This is serenity
although it is brief.
Exterminate weakness
and thrash around.
Forget the bleakness
and move to the sound.
Remember the feeling
for the rest of your life.
It helps you with dealing
with earthly strife.



[This was entered in a contest; I had to use a word bank containing {slam; morning; focus; shock; exterminate; remember; thief}].

Oxygen.

"Cry me a river, I've got real problems.
At least I take the time to go out and solve 'em."
That is what I told the youth with bloody wrists.
"People like you are rot in our midst.
I don't care that you can't afford your new shoes;
I don't care about the girlfriend you're about to lose."
I laugh in his face and he reaches for a blade.
For it is one way to make the pain fade.

I am welcomed home with a slap to the face,
a few choice words about how I am a disgrace.
Deep down I am glad this is all there is;
usually there is more that my father gives.
I force back the tears;
along with my fears.
All emotions are hid as I walk to my room.
I know that I will forget them all soon.

As I am home in the dead of night;
inside well known walls I free myself from a bight.
Just like him a razor's what I use
for it is the only way to forget the pain of abuse.
The pain is only slight;
a small sting is it's might.
I repeat the process again;
This pain seems to be my friend.

In all this pain that my nerves set free.
I forget the pain of my days and me.

The rhythm.

My back tingles as I pick up a Bass for the first time; in my ears there is the rhythm. I hear no voice yet the feeling in my bones stays true. The tingle of metal on my fingers as I glide my hand along the thickly coiled wire call to me. Piano only plays at the beginning yet guitar comes to tie in. Drums join; I patiently wait my turn. The moment strikes when my fingers should pluck swiftly at the thick metal strings. Yet My fingers fumble and fail to hit the notes. I have failed; shame seeps to my core. Moments pass though feels like years that I stand there quietly; finally I raise my head. The rhythm is still there; it will never leave.

Don't look at the sun.

"Don't look at the sun."
My mom had said.
So instead I look at the moon.
"Don't play in the street".
My dad had said.
So instead I play in the ally.
"Don't hurt yourself."
Is what my parents said.
But their care blinded me from the truth.

sXe

A youthful group- yet low they stoop,
to pick up a bottle is to pull on a throttle.
Send life to the fast lane will suppress their old pain
and it is accepted as normality.

A youthful girl- to proud in the world,
she dose what she want's; her body she flaunts.
The men they adore her bottom front door,
and her parents don't notice a thing.

A youthful teen of but sixteen.
He dose what he feels; for his wound never heals.
A plant in it's prime creates less pain per time,
and his communities to blind to see.

Now, I am only myself; I fear for my health;
I watch their mistakes and my own past breaks.
To have a life made by fuel without being a tool,
and surprisingly I don't hate myself.

A friend

I honestly like the color green;
it is the only colour I've never been.
For there is a way that our skin turns
when it is blessed by bruises and burns.
A child, a student, an adult, or me;
With each well known touch sets our blood free.
To flow away; not hindered by flesh
or to disperse inside our skin-toned mesh.
I stare in wonder at my old friend,
who comes whenever I can not defend.
I glance up; an arm is raised to strike;
his eyes glared while mine are wide.
I wince and cry out in an accustomed pain,
for I have been given a friend again.

Amphetamines

Now I'm breaking slowly,
media is screaming in my ears.
But they can't control me;
can't live of my insecurities.


So take a breath of amphetamines.
Laugh at all the kings and queens.
I don't really care
but by all means
cut out the hearts of our sullen teens.


Education teaches us.
Sit down; stand up, don't make a fuss.
Break the bank; not break the rules;
We'll become the governments next tools.

Can't catch a break; only catch the crutch.
Our great city has a poison touch.
A child born to a broken home.
A home born to a broken land.


So take a breath of amphetamines.
Laugh at all the kings and queens.
I don't really care
but by all means
cut out the hearts of our sullen teens.


And as the sky burns out
and the ground caves in.
We forget who we are
and let death cling.

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Stop.

I take a breath of amphetamines,
but can't laugh at all the kings and queens.
It seems I really care
and don't by any means
cut out the hearts of our sullen teens.