First Day

Sixteen,
the confidence of a child learning to crawl
in a snake filled pit.
A room full of monsters.
Where to go?
Where can I pretend to hide?
The bathroom is dilapidated,
It smells of cigarette smoke and useless teen angst.
The girls are brimming with hate,
The boys are too distracted to notice.
Someone lights a wrinkled cigarette,
The air becomes lighter.
My shyness seems to fade.
Happiness is inhaled.

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About RyanC

I have no answers...just lessons learned from mistakes
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6 Responses to First Day

  1. Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 46 (June 16-22, 2011) | Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe

  2. Jingle says:

    stunning words, well done.

    😉

  3. I really liked this one you’ve really captured the awkwardness of being a teenager in a cool poem

  4. Been there.

    You captured it well. And reminded me that it was so weird being a teenager.

  5. Ravenblack says:

    First two lines are very strong. I think I still feel the same way going into any new place where I have to see how to fit in again.

  6. you have amazing writing potential, keep it up.

    Check out short story slam week 5, write a poem or a story based on the image, have fun!
    Bless your day!

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