Teen Ink

I love your voice, your soft brown hair. I love your eyes and love your stare. I love your laugh, your cocky smirk, your stupid jokes. You precious jerk, you know I do. I want my hands...

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

In seasons mild and harsh the farmer waitsWith patience uncorrupted and well-bound;No thoughts ambitious pretty within him batesHim from his nourished, life-producing ground.Without defense his...