“Hey Now Now” by Michael Franti
Don’t tell the DJ got to turn it low We keep it rockin’til the early morn I say Hey Now Now, I say hey now now Don’t tell the people […]
Poetry
Poetry can be a powerful way to express your feelings, find comfort, and connect with others who understand what you’re going through. Here, you’ll find a diverse range of poems, from young people, that reflect hope, resilience, and the strength we all have inside us. Whether you’re looking for a boost of positivity, a reminder that you’re not alone, or just a moment of reflection, we’ve got something here for you. We’d love it if you submitted your own poetry, art, or story! Send us a message via our Contact Us page.
“It’s Never Too Late” lyrics by Three Days Grace
This world will never be What I expected And if I don’t belong Who would have guessed it I will not leave alone Everything that I own To make you
Badge of Honor
i can’t say i’m proudbut i’m not definitely not ashamedi wear these scars like a badgean honor i’ve bestowed upon myselfi wouldn’t encourage others to follow suitbut i will never
Ever love someone… “What Sarah Said” by Death Cab for Cutie lyrics
Sometimes words can paint a perfect picture. What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie And it came to me then that every planIs a tiny prayer to father timeAs
“A Boy Named Sue” by Johnny Cash
I really love music and lyrics (and I’m not talking about the movie Music and lyrics but the actual thing). I think it’s so awesome that people can put words
“Dear Mr.President” Lyrics by Pink feat.The Indigo Girls
Dear Mr. PresidentCome take a walk with meLet’s pretend we’re just two people andYou’re not better than meI’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What
“Wish You Were Here” Lyrics
Two songs, same message… Wish You Were Here PINK FLOYD So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell blue skies from pain.Can you tell a green field From
Stigmatized
StigmatizedI don’t own a shopping cart.I am not homeless.I am not violent or unstable.I don’t smell bad. I didn’t drop out of school.I was not abused or molested.I don’t carry
ugliness is not a prelude to suicide
ugliness is not a prelude to suicideto say he was a “good looking kid”does not make him impartial to suicidal thoughtssuicide itself is an ugly word…an uglier action it hurts
Crimson Addiction
It calls me in the darkness of nightSometimes when I feel great and others not quite right. I want it to soothe me for no reason at allThese strait red
I’m Not Your Trophy
I feel like I’ve been abandoned by you.I’m like a trophy on the shelf that you only visit when you are lonely and sad and need meI become dusty on
open wounds
This was a poem I wrote on 2005-04-26, at 20:34:00. Back in the days of my venting on livejournal. open wounds.pick and claw and dig.repetitious rub; continuous clawforever raking