Outsiders | Teen Ink


August 23, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
147 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.

The years! Give way. Give away

Barrels of Salvation Army eternal blue skirts

Hospital clothes under a starving sky.

The years donate us to the resale shop of hard luck,

When the laughing whining young children we once were grow up into uncertain chords, struggling to fathom the mystery of stereo gossip.

When tagged antiques and broken shriveled mannequins and Lord of the Rings DVDs and Enya CDs and forgotten novels pass under the CLOSED sign at the end of the day,

Tangled wires and broken junk lie awake in our souls, too late for the night sale, we slip into the clothing racks of reality

Like dirty faced dolls and once-happy dolls, we slip away

Behind the CLOSED sign, pretending we know where we are in this resale shop.

Kind eyes glaze when they see us, our cardboard smiles, hung with tennis wire on our faces, waiting for help,

Waiting for a star, so we can escape the cracks of flimsy, collapsing hard luck tales.

Waiting to hear we are gold and not bits of resale change slipped into God’s rainy jar, out in a cold cold universe

Waiting for shelter and diamond gem statues

Blooming from this compost heap and the trash and treasureless words, we’re all stuck inside, waiting to be sorted out for a half-price destiny

Hearing only bells and registers and eternal radio songs

In the random baskets and changing shelves we are all inside

Sometimes saying goodbye and sometimes shining bright

With the hope of stars drifting like quarters across the night sky, when the night sky is just a great big hard-luck box collecting its love while God allows.

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on Aug. 29 2021 at 8:23 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

so refuse. dont wait for someone to take you, take yourself.