"

i am a rebel,

for i rebell against the dying of the light;

and though my kindred spirit is as gentle as the wind,

by shere will i’m capable of moving mountains with my might.

i am resolute,

for even though my soul goes with the flow,

my morals will forever remain as solid as a rock;

and as will my stature, my wisdom as well will grow.

i am humble,

for my humility will eternally keep me grounded;

with my feet firmly on the ground and my mind undeterred,

i will rid myself of my ego and always remain well-rounded.

i am a lover,

for my tender heart is drenched with humanity;

benevolence is my religion, and i its firm believer,

let us rid the world of missery and replenish it with amity.

"

— D.K. Washington, Basis of Constitution

"

sitting high above the waves,

she beautifully stood before the midnight sun;

her name, was the moon.

"

— D.K. Washington, A haiku for Luna

"Time doesn’t erase if you want it to
And love doesn’t stay if you need it to
And all of your ambitions, they will
Leave you stuck in misery
And all of your opinions, they will
Change if you just let them be
Like hearts, they beat along
To the stars unguided"

These are the unfinished lyrics to a song I wrote. The only half decent thing about it is my slight nod to F. Scott Fitzgerald at the end.

sisterofshakespeare

A little gem I wrote when I was 16, found in my memory box.

I feel sorrow.

My soul fragments of insanity.

Time is borrowed.

I’m out of touch with reality.

My inner cat purrs with anger.

My savage heart beats with jealousy.

Seeing the stars smolder .

When I peer into eyes,

I feel the intensity.

All I need is a cave

but my mind only raves.

Please Submit!

   In response to your question/suggestion, we have no intention of changing the content of our blog.  We have recently added more information to our “About” section on the sidebar to state our blog’s intention/goal. To reiterate, the purpose of the blog is to poke fun at ourselves by looking back at our adolescence and by not taking ourselves so seriously. The target audience of the blog is adults who have gone through adolescence and can look back and say, “Man, I can’t believe I wrote that” like most adults would and who don’t mind sharing it with everyone else.  The type of humor we are going for is self-deprecation.  If you wish to start your own blog that is relevant to your interest, then by all means proceed.  Thank your for your submission and take care.
                                                                                        -Janina

   In response to your question/suggestion, we have no intention of changing the content of our blog.  We have recently added more information to our “About” section on the sidebar to state our blog’s intention/goal. To reiterate, the purpose of the blog is to poke fun at ourselves by looking back at our adolescence and by not taking ourselves so seriously. The target audience of the blog is adults who have gone through adolescence and can look back and say, “Man, I can’t believe I wrote that” like most adults would and who don’t mind sharing it with everyone else.  The type of humor we are going for is self-deprecation.  If you wish to start your own blog that is relevant to your interest, then by all means proceed.  Thank your for your submission and take care.

                                                                                        -Janina

(trigger warning: Bullying and violence)
Hi! I’m Janina, one of the moderators of  this blog. I guess the idea to start this blog was conceived during my first skype session with Angie! I don’t know how the subject came up  but it was fun looking back at my youth and sharing how I felt at that time with her, I told her that I wrote really bad poetry when I was a teen to cope with being a fish out of water in a foreign high school. Not only that I had to deal with culture clashes but also the growing pains of adolescents. So here is a photograph of me at 14 or 15 years old during the late 90’s , which is rare because I hated being photographed at that age because I thought I was ugly. Also I have a poem I wrote about being bullied:
Strong Hate (9 -21-1997)
You fucking bitch, I hate you so!
I hope you never live too long.
I want you to see how you kill me.
You are nothing but a person that is ugly.
ugly soul and hideous brain.
You cause me daily pain.
I hate this place and I want to burn it down!
I want to burn this place down  with you in it, you cow!
Your stupid egg-head is so gross.
I wish you would explode.
fuck you bitch, that is all!
Yeah,  high school was hell for me but I survived.

(trigger warning: Bullying and violence)

Hi! I’m Janina, one of the moderators of  this blog. I guess the idea to start this blog was conceived during my first skype session with Angie! I don’t know how the subject came up  but it was fun looking back at my youth and sharing how I felt at that time with her, I told her that I wrote really bad poetry when I was a teen to cope with being a fish out of water in a foreign high school. Not only that I had to deal with culture clashes but also the growing pains of adolescents. So here is a photograph of me at 14 or 15 years old during the late 90’s , which is rare because I hated being photographed at that age because I thought I was ugly. Also I have a poem I wrote about being bullied:

Strong Hate (9 -21-1997)

You fucking bitch, I hate you so!

I hope you never live too long.

I want you to see how you kill me.

You are nothing but a person that is ugly.

ugly soul and hideous brain.

You cause me daily pain.

I hate this place and I want to burn it down!

I want to burn this place down  with you in it, you cow!

Your stupid egg-head is so gross.

I wish you would explode.

fuck you bitch, that is all!

Yeah,  high school was hell for me but I survived.


"This; what we have
So wordlessly beautiful
No lyrical song will ever define us,
Capture our sentiment.
We are the cosmic eruption they linger out to see,
We are love’s bona fide entity.
There is no other."

Claudia’s awkward early high school phases, where Claudia tried to love everyone who showed interest.

Yay! Our first submission for the new year!

SUBMISSIONS

NEED ‘EM

"

“It’s not a love poem”

It’s not a love poem

It’s a dream

That I really need to wake up from

Yes, it’s imaginary

I’m simply imagining

The way I feel when your hair falls into your eyes

Simply pretending

I’m jealous of all the people that you like

Only acting

like my legs are shaking

Once I wake up, I know they’ll stop moving

My stomach’s not really hitting the ground

My head’s not really spinning around

Replaying anything you’ve ever said

I’m not really thinking of what you’re up to

Wondering if you think it’s cooler than me

None of this is really happening

And the way I melt at the thought of you

Is actually in reality chilling

Because it’s not really there

And I’ve got no love to spare

Please, trust me, I’m dreaming

Yes, I’m not really fascinated

By every move you make

And I’m not really walking

Retracing all the steps you take

Why? Because I’m dreaming

I’m in the Twilight Zone

I know I’m pretending, I must be acting

Or this might just be a love poem.

"

—   3/23/2005 (14 years old)
-Pamela (diamonds-on-neptune.tumblr.com)