Dark Teen Love Poems

I want to hold your hand when we walk
I want to need to stop just so we can talk
I want to lose all my sleep...

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I feel like am in a dark hole,
Being sucked in by her thoughts hovering in my head like a satellite in space.
I have found myself...

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I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to share
Whether or not I love her
Her long dark hair does fall down her back in a lovely way
She...

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As tears fall
I open my moldered eyes to see myself
Blurred and grotty
I’m beginning to rot now
My skin melting into my bedsheets
Moldy and itching with pests
Am...

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EARLY POEMS XXI - JUVENILIA

Dance With Me
by Michael R. Burch

(circa age 18)

Dance with me
to the fiddles’ plaintive harmonies.
Enchantingly,
each highstrung string,
each yearning key,
each a thread within...

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oh such sweet love I never knew
      that summer weaved in 'forty-two
        ...

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Princess! The smile of your angel face may never depart. 
Sweetheart! wake up and give your day a fresh new start. 
Your beauty and charm...

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Teenage is what we talking about!

When all things seem to go wrong, it’s all about how you deal
When your mistakes seem to haunt you down,...

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Our journey together has been like a roller-coaster,
Just like a movie, which is a blockbuster. 

Together we spent good times and bad,
Nothing ever broke us...

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I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate 
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love...

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Dissolve your genuine self 
hide your natural traits
deny your heritage
forsake social interests
and embrace the darker side of love....

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Will you come tonight ?
& you may ask "why?"
For that,..umm..
I..HAVE Reasons "Five"
One..yeah..I've suggested u a movie 
So wanna know how much u liked 
Two...Mmm..How was...

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What a lonely, peculiar, eccentric figure i must be. A girl, in a garden, crying at an iPad, in the dark. 

Earlier, at school... 

It...

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The clouds are dark and puffy,
it’s another stormy day,
and I forgot my own name 
in the presence of beauty and charm.
My eyes melt into honey,
and...

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Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like...

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