Teen Ink

I sit with my feet up on the dashboard, music bursting from the speakers in rhythmic little puffs, windows rolled down just enough so I can dangle my left hand over the edge. I can faintly...

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...

   Is it Hard 2 BelieveThat every one of our LivesIs a SieveGiving away all u GiveSeeping, sadly,Taking BidsSorting blindly,Often vivid?2 Bad we can't Learn2 sort the Pain out...