All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
I'm Not Eighteen, Yet
How can the swell of one hour derail my soul?
I once sat on a soft incline and felt brave
Brave to be bearing my shoulders and feeling the wind on my face
A bright poppy of irregularity
So sure
Suddenly
As if a growl shook the earth
My legs bow out from under me
The prick of sharp neurosis penetrates
I don’t even know what I’m afraid of
Everything
Things I once thought beautiful are now dangerous temptations
Sent to toy with my love
So all possible joy is bedded
In a coffin of the softest silk
Still a vein runs through
Pink and popping
Knocks my joints and send me whooping
Hollering like a banshee in the night
That’s what I want
To explode
To damage everything I’ve ever thought was wrong
SMASH!
-M
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 1 comment.