Perspective of the Youth

A collection of poems.

By: Daniel B

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-Life is a Fire-
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Life is a fire, wild and free

Sometimes its treasured, by letting us see.

We use our new gift to find us more fuel.

But how could we know the results would be cruel?

The flame was a gift, that we used for bloodshed

We are the parasite that makes this world red.

The anger we leak symbols our menace.

Soon we will burn inside that deep crevice.

Life is a fire that burns out of control.

When the ashes burn out, we rest in our Sheol

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-The Smoothie-
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Plump plump

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Shaka Shaka
Shaka Shaka

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Shaka Shaka
Shaka Shaka

Whoosh

Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug

SLRRRRRRRRPPPPP

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-The Day Never Ends-

My feet splish splash in the slushy snow.
The rain pours down in fast Vancouver fashion.
Normally I can’t wait home, but today is different.
When I get home, my wet socks make a trail of water across the floor.
My bag slams on the ground, and I lay on my bed.
I hate homework with a passion.
I waste the rest of the night writing, researching, and calculating.
All to the sound of nothingness
Tomorrows another day.

-Our Home is Gone-
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As Cold as ice
As Random as a dice
As hard as a rock
As annoying as a clock
As dark as a cave
As unprivileged as a slave
Life is the road to death
Death is the shelter from whats left of our fallen world.

As I role the dice
Hoping for a high number
Dang, a 1 on top.

Burgers are the best.
Beef and cheese and fried onions.
I can’t wait to eat!

Over the first hill
Wind is rushing through my face.
Roller coasters rock.

-A Turn For The Worst-

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Slowly, easy now.
I drink the entire half gallon.
Then a second.
The anthem plays.
No tributes died today.
A few hours later,
The stampede shakes me from slumber.
It would be hard not to notice the wall of fire descending on me.

Hunger games: page 171

Experiencing An Idea

I wake myself from slumber

I’m sitting in my room at night

I’m at a loss for words,

I just can’t think of what to write

How can this ever be done?

Words just won’t form in my head

I feel so damn exhausted

I just want to go to bed

Then I had my spark.