We have velvet for sky
In a world where our eyes
Are in love with playing tricks on us
We have cotton-candy hair
And no one that cares
About politics or sensitivity
We have dances by the moonlight,
Not romantic self-sacrifice
Nostalgia made illegal
No need for the past
When our last
Words appear on the doorstep
In our made-up world
Of dips and twirls
Everything is unusual
Our seas are green
The skies look mean
Going underwater, you don't have to hold your breath
When every moment you're facing death
After all, you've done it a million time
So go ahead, make fun
Of our pastel clouds and acrylic sun
Mock our backward streets
And the slow steady beats
Of our hearts on our sleeves
In this world of contradictions we have many things
In a land of paradox we always sing
But the only real difference between your world and ours
Is the four letter word fueling our hearts
We have hope
-Siren
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PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
