Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Writing

Awaken one night,
A flavor so sweet it could hurt,
Figures dance across thy eyelids,
Wishing to be free.

Words scratch they ear,
In hope to be heard just once.

Mind has no justice,
As the words fall to paper.

Content with thy work,
Like a child,
Who learned to tie their shoes.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback