Teenage Freedom

The long nights of teenage freedom did slip
through my out stretched hand as I tried to hold
all I was supposed to be and believe.
Still, I smile when I see a Lumina.
The full front seat left blushing memories.
The parking lots and dirt roads were witness
as my innocence slowly slipped away
on those long nights of teenage freedom.


I've been trying to get into writing more poetry lately since I haven't been doing as much since the semester ended.  I have another poetry writing class this coming semester so I'm trying to get back into a writing state of mind.  It's been difficult because I haven't had inspiration.  Tonight however my mind traveled back to my days as a teenager as I fell in love for the first time.  This is definitely not a poem I want my parents to read. lol.  Hope you enjoy though. =)
~T

Silence of being silenced

Twirl, slash
let go the sash!
Twisted in fury
sunk in hatred
curl, push
don't make the hush!
see the envy
feel the greed
stealing, stolen
watch the breath, go
sucking, shallow
gulping, desperate
strangle, die
hear the hush.

This is kind of a figurative way of saying being oppressed or silenced from your point of view or opinion is a way of socially and politically strangling a person from their rights and freedoms.
~T

Let's Escape

Lion, lion
on the wall
aren't you
afraid to fall?
Do you hang
by your claws?
Don't play brave
just for me
Don't you crave
to be free?
Lion, lion
on the wall
don't be
afraid to fall
I will catch
sure and true
atop your back
I will climb
and we'll run away together
leaving this classroom behind.

This came to me today at work... I like it. :)
~T

Freedom to Believe

The truth lies to me
telling me things
that contradict what I see
reluctant freedom
hops away
searching for that new day
the promised one
which fills our hopes
the one in which gives us purpose
a reason to cope
with empty hands...
empty minds...
empty hearts...
we traverse this land
seeking that which is
already dead
It died in our empty hearts
empty minds
empty hands cannot hold
that which we hope
to fill our souls
look above, look within
then you may discover him.

This just suddenly came to me. I cannot describe sometimes how these poems form, it's just like my hands writes and when I'm done, I'm like... Wow. :) This is about the lost souls of our world, how we search every where for something to fulfill our lives and we neglect to look where we need to.
~T

Let Freedom Ring

As my spirit drowns in this world
I hope that my purpose will be fulfilled
I exist to be pushed, pulled, carted.
my mind and soul ripped and parted
shape me in the mold
I will follow, do as I'm told
whisper to be heard
I'll keep up with my herd
Glass engulfs me from all sides
I will have to give or hide
but maybe I'll have a chance
If mother nature continues to rip my Nation's pants
reveal that arse
put us on a new course
I wish to be free
in a Nation ran by insanity.

Inspired by the government and how I feel our current president is making the country not free.
~T