Teen Talk

January/February 2006

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by Sara Iwantschenko

Eat a peach
Taste a plum
Tell me am I dumb?
Why did I trust?
Why did I fall?
Why did he make my eyes bawl?
Things change.
Life will often rearrange.
I hate him.
So why do I care?
This feeling just isn't fair.
He had my heart
from the start.
Can't forget
memories made.
I hope maybe,
just maybe,
they'll fade.
To drown in tears
that's one of my fears.
My heart burns
as the world turns.
Why can't I let go?
What do you know?
Was it love?
Maybe it was our fates
or it was the dates.
Who knows?
I am not sure.
Till I find out, my eyes pour.
They drip and they drop
as the clock
goes tick and tock.
I know I could do better
Just thinking about it makes my eyes water.
To read this poem
I cry inside
but in myself
I must confide.
Cry over a boy?
If you want something to play with
buy a toy.
Don't use my emotions
to play your sick game.
Whatever…
I hate you.
It's all the same.

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Baby Boy is Dead
by Marie Artis

Baby Boy was happy.
Hottest guy in school.
He tried to pick on all the kids
just so he'd be cool.
Until he met Savannah
weird as can be.
He made her cry incessantly.
She cried and said "You'll see!"
One day she had a visit to see
this boy at work.
He was sleeping, Midnight! She
sent him through a stroke.
He asked her where she came from
and if she was really dead.
She replied, "I am" and
pierced a knife through his head.
He never saw it coming; blood
dripping through his heart.
She held on to the knife until
his neck was slit apart.
Baby Boy was dying,
never to tease again.
But someone should have told him
mess with Savannah and that's your end.

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