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Author: Ashley Nicole Teel
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Angst - Published: 06-21-07 - Updated: 06-21-07 - Complete - id:2379992

Oh, what a corrupt world we live in today!
All these pregnancies
One by one
Will she have an abortion?
Will he run?
Life decisions
Presented when we’re so young.
It’s chaos, madness
Beatings and bashings
Rapings and so much more.
And where is the love?
It’s gone; away
Never to be seen again.
Never to be felt.
To understand its wondrousness
Is to catch a falling star
Every day’s a rainy day here.
And life is not plain
And gone is its pleasance
All I wish is to feel that innocence
But we can’t.
It was lost so long ago
And not just to that one-night-stand
Or that quick bathroom fuck.
It’s the removal of dolls for make-up
The destruction of toys for condoms.
(They’ll never be used, anyway.)
Possible molestation of my cousin?
Always knew something was wrong with him.
And, oh, God, what happened with us?
It’s so wrong
Dirty, bad.
In jail now
But paedophiles need sex, too.
So horrible
Never true ‘til it happens to you.
How will he get through?
Now he’ll be the one molested.
Despicable, not right at all.
But what is right?
Always told what’s bad
Always told what’s wrong
Everything that is horrible
Instilled in our heads when we’re young.
No room for what’s right.
No time to teach what’s right.
Go out and play, I’ve had a long day.
Wait, that’s not right.
Never are we told to go out.
It’s evil, it’s bad.
Again with the bad
Where is the good?
Out of sight out of mind
Never know, then it happens to you
Is she wrong, is she right?
Mormons and non
Oh, just let me go on!
Let me love
Let me feel
Can’t control these urges
Animals we are
Not possible
Not real
Does he, too, feel?
Best friends to the end
We all lie, anyway.
No more trust, only mis
Beggars can’t be choosers
But what happens when the
Choosers become beggars?
Day in and day out.
Shut my eyes
Earth spins
New day before us
What’s old is new again
And again and again!
Day-to-day monotony
Day after day after day after day!
Just want to sleep
Don’t want to care
Don’t want to feel
Oh, but I do
And it hurts and hurts
And I watch
On the outside looking in
All the cliques
This sociability
I can’t take it
I’m anxious
Scared, frightened
Tauntings, ridicule
You’re so fat
Wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole
Rumours spread like wildfire
First kisses, up in flames
Thirty dollars? I wouldn’t kiss you for a hundred!
The tears, night after night
Can’t let them see.
No true friends
Everyone lies
Hoping, yearning
I wish I knew
Unrequited love
Forever coming
No matter what they say
Being a romanticist is never fun
Hopeless isn’t any better.
Ranting, crying
Pen moving, thoughts flowing
Spilling overboard
Can’t keep up
Titanic all over again
History really does repeat itself
One life gone, another brought in
Who’s going to die now?
Knowledge of illegal doings
Just a mother’s love.
More like psycho bitch.
Can’t scratch this itch
What to do, what to do?
No hope anymore
Stop with it
End it all.
There is no democracy
Just another misnomer
I pledge allegiance
Everything is fake
No more morals
Is she lying?
Oh, he’s perfect!
His lips, his hair!
No pain, no gain
No guts, no glory
But I just want to eat my cake, too!
Light fading fast
Darkness soon to pass
Feelings of fear
And the sounds are swelling
Never seen you here
Can I get your number?
Following home; stabbed
Murdered; three-year-old kid
Saw every bit.
Restless, don’t want to sit.
Have to keep moving
Faster and faster
No idea where we’re going.
Find out when we get there.
No stops, no smelling of the roses.
A bouquet for me?
Yellow, my favourite
I think I love you
I know what I’m so afraid of.
Can’t do anything now
Won’t do anything
Frightened, afraid
Repercussions
Keep moving, no time to stop
No time for anything
Got to keep moving
Keep working
But I’m tired.
Just want to sleep
Dreams of him
Floating in and out
Day and night
Just want to be with him
Want to hold hand
Want to kiss
Want to---
Can’t.
He’s a beautiful thing
Mustn’t touch the beautiful things.
Childhood was so much better
Swings and slides
Walls and trees
Games of tag through sprinklers
Oh, I wish it never ended.
Keep doing what you’re doing
Don’t draw attention
Express yourself, be yourself
But it’s your fault when you get hurt
There’s no escaping.
Hearts ache
Then they break
Let us revert back to the days of our past
Have to live in the present
Can’t live for the past
Live for today
But what if today sucks?
Are we an item or are we just two?
Our minds are what keep us rational
Our hearts are what keep us sane
Just follow your heart, but
My mind always wins in the end.



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