I've tasted adulthood,
with all it's money saving
and all it's drama.
Half my class is dating,
and the other half has not decided
on whom to date yet.
That's the world that's not for me.
savor the taste of childhood
and carelessness
while it's still on your tongue.
I've tasted adulthood,
and I spit it back out.
My classmates encourage me to shave,
make my legs smooth,
yea sure, I would very much like something
razor sharp
with the potential to kill
running over my legs,
just so the dating friends of mine
would be at peace.
I tasted adulthood,
and I spit it back out.
I feel myself slipping,
into the unknown called puberty.
But though I'm still young,
I'm wizened,
and know that none here
are the ones for me.
I've tasted "adulthood",
and I spit it back out.
My friends say to moisturize,
ignoring I'm allergic.
they scream in disgust,
when they find out that I'm allergic to soap.
I miss being careless,
not caring whether I wrote the paragraph or not.
Not caring if a cat scratched me or not,
not caring that my frame was larger than the others.
Though I'm stronger than almost anyone in my grade,
I'm still "fat".
I've tasted "humanity"
and I spit it back out.
I want to be wild
but solitude is maddening
I've tasted solitude,
and I spit it back out.
Community pressures and pains me,
I've tasted "community",
and I spit it back out.
What options are left?
I'm hallucinating,
hearing the voice in the wind
calling me to run away,
but I cannot.
I've tasted wilderness,
and I've not decided what to do with that taste.
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This poem speaks to me mainly because of the thought of impending adulthood coming for me in a year. I refuse to think like an adult I would much rather say a child a bit longer. Be Nieve a bit longer and never have to face the real world. Unfortunately we all have to face our fear of growing up. I think it's our memories of being in a world now when children have to be watch for the fear that they might be taken. The world has a different taste and no wants to taste adulthood after they have already done it once.
~Sam
You know, that is the story of my life right there, though no one in my class is really dating yet because none of us are over 12. Yes, I'm a sixth grader. Don't judge me for my age, judge me for my personality. That was a great poem, and I totally agree with it. The only thing i disagree with is spitting solitude back out. I like to settle down with a good book somewhere cozy and tucked away like a cave or tree or a large cabinet without shelves where no one will find me and disturb my peace. TAKE THAT, HUMANITY!!!! The rest of the poem I completely agreed with, though. Great job on it!!!!!!!!
Thanks! And I won't judge you on being 12.
that would be judging myself, XD.Gasp! Cool, sixth graders rock!!
I'm in 6th grade also.. and people are already dating. It's really disgusting ._.
I know right! I think my mom has a point when banning me to date until I'm 17. (And only then because of Prom and stuff like that...)
People on my bus talk about dating and they swear like they're seventeen even though they aren't allowed.....it totally sucks!
And there are these people that ask you who your crush is the day you meet them and don't believe you when you say you don't have one! And about a million people in my school curse, it calmed down in my friends by 7th grade, but geez!
Ugh. I know! People keep going like, "I know who you like!" and "I know who so-and-so likes!" and "So-and-so likes you!" Disgusting. Personally I have almost (note: ALMOST) no interest in boyfriends and girlfriends.
Literally the day I posted that previous comment my best friend started dating my other best friend
EWW!!!!!!!
....... ?????? 8() .......nuts.
I know right? And it apparently broke my other best friends heart even though she broke up with him.
I don't get them.
Nobody usually gets any of that unless it's between them and another person.
I'm kind of my best friend's (male, and he's like a brother, you know, one that I can actually talk to) sidekick, and he always seems to be dating one of my other (female) best friends, and I'm caught in the middle. They say I'm immature, I actually think it's more mature to just not get romantic at insanely young ages.
Oh, and don't tell animaldoctor I said that, he's the male best friend I actually persuaded to get a YWS account...
Don't worry, I won't tell. I actually told one of my friends to join YWS too, but her dad "lost" the contract they printed out. After about six days of asking her I started getting skeptical.
Thanks, he refuses to get on anyway. It's just like, I send him something important, and he refuses to get on, no matter how much I bug him.
Sheesh......
Well I guess you can tell him that if you want to... He knows I feel this way. Just... I don't really critisise him on dating. I prefer just to ignore him when he's with the person he's dating.
S'okay. I totally understand that.
Pretty decent poem. The tasting metaphor is good at tying it together.
There's a couple of spelling errors ('all it's' should be 'all its' and 'yea'), but aside from that, the only issue is formatting. Treating the poem as a block of text, rather than splitting into stanzas, generally makes a poem, especially a long one, less effect.