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Fifteen

Fifteen and wanna scream, Fifteen and tired of being demeaned. Fifteen and tired of all the bullshit, Fifteen and still won't quit. Fifteen and can't escape, Fifteen and inable to placate. Fiteen and can't be heard, Fifteen and still can't get in a word. Fifteen and fighting, Fifteen and smiting. Fifteen and loathing, Fifteen and still don't give a fuck about people's clothing. Fifteen and just trying tio figure what's right, Fifteen and still cry every night. Fifteen and still can't believe, That I let people decieve. Fifteen and am in recognition

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PrayerBeneath these Tall Green Trees I stand, Asking blessings from Thy hand, Please protect me from all repremand, Allow me to understand, That even though Thou intentions for thee may not be grand. Your intentions are that of the upper hand. That thoust indeed hateth a plaan, Thou stands by me never to leave forsaken, Regardless of the missteps thee has taken, Thy will never be mistaken, Be without hesitation or aprehension. Of thee good intentions. So to thou lord I pray, To be with thee to thee dying day. Prayer
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youthPeople say with age comes wisdom, Well what comes with youth? Is it ignorance? Experience? Is it simply to be oblivious? Is it unique to the individual? Or is some of it a formality and factual? People say the mind closes with time, Well does it widen in your youth, at your prime? I've heard juvinality being put in comparision to a mountain you have to climb, So where do you go when you've reached the top?
At what point in elderly age do you stop? When does youth end and the next chapter begin? What indeed has to happen? It it when you've experienced all life youth
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36th avenue313, 212, 36th avenue. What's a young boy to do, With all the responsibilities he has to live up to? His baby sister's stomach is empty, The bills are plenty, His momma's a waitress only making $220. She's doin the best she can, But he's the only man. So at the tender age of eleven on the streets he'd stand. It was there he met a family of blue, Who taught him how to make green, Little did the boy know this would lead to loss of his spleen. Having to show his new-found family what he could do, He hustled 36 avenue. It was then he met another color, 36th avenue
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9 in the afternoonIts 9 in the afternoon. At least that's how it feels. For the night's just begun. You laugh and smile. We joke around for a while. But our joy is bittersweet, Yes as my heads pressed against your chest I can hear your heart beat. Its beats faster in anticipation, For we can't deny the fear were feeling, We know were ready. We love each other. We always have. But sense we always will, Why cant we wait a little? Our bodies are demanding, Minds understanding. This is natural. Its what people do. So why can't we carry it through?
It' 9 in the afternoon
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Sat Jan 17, 2009, 2:48 PM

To all my friends on deviantart please critic my poems more please, i'm trying to improve my writing and would appretiate an objective point of view. My dearest thanks.

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Hi! My real name is Mikah and I'm 16. My passion is writing. I'm currently writing two novels and one book of poetry. Most of my hobbies are reading,biking, hanging with friends, partying,and of course writing. I'm very goofy, outgoing, and LOVE to have fun. Anything you'd like to know about me feel free to ask.