The Strike of the Teenage Angst Beast

[Seymour_Glass]

A horrible poem I wrote late at night while angsting out:

I had that dream again where I was dead
And you were up and walking in my head
And I realized nothing had changed
That everything was still the same
And now I'm just tired of it
My angst and all that stupid shit
But I'm wondering what I should do
And I don't have a goddam clue
So I'm stuck writing poetry and listening to ska

The strike of the Teenage Angst Beast

You work so hard you think it's play
And do it every single day
Nailing on a crucifix
when you see it you'll shit bricks
Now everything I'm working toward
will ultimately be ignored
Because I lack the strength to say
what I've been thinking every day
So I'm stuck writing poetry and listening to ska

The strike of the Teenage Angst Beast

And now the beast is stuck with me
eating all that i should see
It's left me with this shitty poem
And cut my rhymes short like a gnome
Bitter and dissatisfied
Like everything that i've defied
I've become what i hate
And probably you can relate
When You're stuck writing poetry and listening to ska
'
The Strike of the Teenage Angst Beast
While i'm talking to Jeff Feast
As I prepare my counterattack
with all the stuff i thought I lack
Look it right in the eye
raise that finger to the sky

Fuck you, beast. Go away.
You're not taking me today.
I beat you writing poetry and listening to ska.

[Jon]

"You work so hard you think it's play
And do it every single day"

Excellent lines...and I love the ending!

more please.

[obscurejude]

Cool Seymour. I can sympathize with a lot of the themes. Thanks for feeling comfortable enough to share. It would be cool to revisit this when you are older and maybe tweak the execution of it a bit.

[Seymour_Glass]

Thanks, guys. I wrote it in a sort of frenzy late last night. I didn't really think of it as a work of art so much as a therapy session.

[Jon]

I didn't really think of it as a work of art so much as a therapy session.

I'd venture to guess this is true of most poet's works. Keep at it!

[Jon]

But I also don't want to start my own thread.

And just why in the blue hell not!!??!!

[flaggwalkstheline]

thats a neat poem
I think angst in poetry is best used in a self aware manner
like yours

[Seymour_Glass]

This is now my official poetry thread. So, as I cope with depression, you get to read about it.

This is a little something I call "Untitled"

I sit here and I think of you
and all these thoughts and feeling spill out like a
big bowl of banana pudding overturned by a careless child
But all those thoughts and all those feelings slip out into a void
where they can't be named or put to words
That wouldn't sound like a field of corn
set on fire in the summer heat
the smoke from the fire drifts on up and
the whole world smells a little bit corny.

But I sit through empty days and I can't breathe
And I know that very soon, much too soon, you're gonna leave
and I'll sit through the empty daze and won't see you for too long a time
So I thought the least that I could do was send you this broken rhyme

I know, I know, that nothing lasts
that both of us and our pasts will fade
and there's no point to anything, this least of all
all we do are pointless things that we try to enjoy before we fall
I know it's so unnecessary, this fucking weight I choose to carry
and I know it's all my fault, there's no one to blame but me
And when I start to fall apart, collapse like an anarchist sculptor's art
I sit here and struggle to name the players I brought to this game.
Shit. I'm fucked.

But I sit here through empty days and I can't breathe
And I know that soon, soon, way too soon you'll leave
and I'll just sit through the empty daze and ponder on the substance of time
So I thought the least that I could do was send you this broken rhyme

And if it doesn't turn out okay, I'll have just wasted a day
But it's okay.
Stupid as it sounds, it's okay.
It's okay.
I'll be okay.
Even if you say no way
it's okay.
I'll think of something to say to make me okay
I'll be okay.
Who am I trying to kid, anyway?

[Jon]

Enjoy what was

Know it can be again

with one you would call a stranger

for only a short time



Chin up!

[Seymour_Glass]

This is one I call "Crap, Part Three."


Such a sight takes away my breath
Thus, results directly in death
Ans while I'm stuck in the in-between
I look back at that unfortunate scene
That unfolded before I knew
What was false and what was true
And all I kept thinking was how
everything would have been different if then was now
And I can't keep tearing myself apart like this
or else I'll die a lonely old man no one will miss
Because I kept on ripping. stabbing shredding
Before I knew where I was heading
And as I lay there on the ground
I watch my body as I float around
A sense of humor is essential
In realizing death's potential
But now I have no humor at all
There is no future that will call
A lonely whiny pillar of salt
who knows that it's all his own fault
But a merry tune he tries to sing
as his soul lay bleeding
like a bleeding thing
I'm whinier than Robert Smith
guest vocaling a Blink=182 song with
sobbing puppies providing the melody
I should know, one of them was me,
but looking back, now with clearer eyes
I once and for all can surmise
that maybe it wasn't all that bad
just look at all the laughs I had.

[Seymour_Glass]

This one is called "A Few Thoughts About Madman Atomic Comics and maybe the END of The World."

Let's go out and light up the town
with torches and trash cans and an off-duty clown.
After all, what have we got to lose?
Time of death isn't something you can choose
so why not go and flirt with him
Mr. Tall and Dark, Broody and Grim
Everyone will fall someday
So let's make sure before we do that we've had our say
Quickly, quickly, before we're too old
while we're too young to scare but not young enough to scold
Insanity, absurdity are the names of the game
Because truth and reality aren't really the same
Reason and morality, recent versus new,
Just because it happened doesn't mean that it's true
I say out with the irrelevant; pop punk's fucking dead
Post-pop-punk is happening, only cause The Thermals said
But they're over everything that came before
and it's still coming now, but easier to ignore
Everything worth saying has been said already
Let's find new ways to say it, we know we're ready
Why are we worried about the world Jones made
When we ourselves can see it begin to fade?
The Invisible College is the one to get into to,
The one without the agents but with a superhuman crew
Join the New Awesome
or play dead like a possum
It's harsh, but it's true.
And whether that's how things really are is entirely up to you.

[Seymour_Glass]

"Well, if that was in a movie, I wouldn't believe it."


The black and the white mix into the grey
and no one understands a word I say
and I'm stuck here in this pit that I dug
and i'm looking at the sky from an airborne rug
and i don't think i can get out today
but i've built myself a ladder of dirt
and i climbed and i fell till it didn't even hurt
and i'd wake up oblivious
to pain
but you can only climb on dirt so many times
and you can only write down so many rhymes
till the colors behind them fade
to gray.
and even with the most adequate friend
and even with a line designed to mend
all the feelings fade
to gray.
but you don't understand a word i say.

[smcicr]

"A Few Thoughts About Madman Atomic Comics and maybe the END of The World."

I like it a lot - it's got a lot of punch and it flows really well. It's not always easy to do AND have it say something meaningful but this does, lots of great couplets.

Good stuff

[Seymour_Glass]

Thank yew.

[ICry4Oy]

I dealt with all my teenage angst by masturbating. A lot.

[Seymour_Glass]

that's what "Crap, Part 3" is about.

[Jon]

Good imagery, as well, in "A Few Thoughts About Madman Atomic Comics and maybe the END of The World."

[Seymour_Glass]

As my teeth come spilling out again
I look back and remember way back when
I could go to the dentists without
being given a pair
of dentures to wear
cuz my teeth were all rotting out
I sat in the chair
the dentist would stare
until the teeth came falling out
You shouldn't have given me that lollipop.

[Jon]

Some of us know your pain!

[Seymour_Glass]

It ain't pretty and it ain't graceful and it ain't original either, but I'll be goddamned if it isn't true:

Retarded and angry and fucked up and quite possibly in love.
I’m busy at the moment, can you kill me later?
Life is to alive for me to step back and examine
Caught up in the hurricane
I can’t sleep or breathe
Or call, because you’re probably asleep like all the sane people
But shit comes gushing out at an astonishing speed,
And if I start sobbing I’ll be too embarrassed to exist
I’ll sob myself into oblivion
But I don’t want oblivion
Cause this life shit is goddamned addictive.
FUCK!
SHIT!
FUCK!
I want to tell you something, but English isn’t adequate
Or at least the English I know and abuse
Pain is beautiful
Just like you
But marred by my heart.
And I’m ramblin’ and amblin’ on
And on and on because I can’t shut the fuck up
Cause then I’d explode.
Unless this is exploding
It could very well be.

[Seymour_Glass]

Fuck
If I could play guitar well
I would write a love song
That's loud and confused and angry like me
Noisy as fuck
\With lyrics as angry as the beat of my heart
but not shitty like that last line was.
Screaming and sobbing and then:
the truth
I'm still all fucked up in love with you
goddammit.

[Seymour_Glass]

So, maybe my life has been kinda turbulent recently.

[Seymour_Glass]

I won't be able to tell if it's awesome or shit until it's done.
And either way, what's the use if it's not fun?
okay, maybe that rhyme was a little forced,
but what would this be like with no rhyme at all?
Who needs rhyme, anyway?
Fuck it.
Poem or essay, it's the same damn thing
as long as you do it right.
Which I probably won't.
But the hell with it, right?
What have I got to gain
by covering up that I'm a little insane.
It's fucked up.
Everything's fucked up.
Or maybe it's just me.
Or maybe nothing really is, but I refuse to see.
My mind is like a fairy tale, my heart a pulsating circus.
So what if it doesn't make any sense?
If things had to make sense, I'd've been out of a life for a long time now.
But anyway, what was I about to do?
Oh
yeah
Spill my guts
like a pitcher of pink lemonade
on that nice shirt that was just bleached to perfection
immaculate
white
ruined by pink lemonade.
This is turning out about as graceful as a fat pigeon on stilts.
But
oh
yeah
spill my guts.
What is there to spill that wouldn't end up with me being more embarrassed than I am of everything?
Maybe guts weren't built to spill.
great band, by the way.
But
Spill my guts.
Huh.
Why don't you just call me
and we'll be nice and polite
until you mention this note.
I'll either spill my guts or swear that this was fiction.
Quite possibly both.
Fun for the entire family.
Do it.
I dare ya.
That's what I says to this guy.

[smcicr]

Hey - loving the passion in the turbulent life it might not be the best place to be all of the time but i always found it helps get to the heart of things and you can get some really powerful stuff out of it. i have something that i think is from a similar place and it's one of my favourites - hang in there.

[Seymour_Glass]

Thanks. I've been trying to write something about my newfound contentedness, but it's a lot harder.