My laugh
carefree
innocent
not really thinking
just... passing by.
"We'll stay,
maybe go back,
but either way,
I wanna watch."
So I follow
Ha, ha
humoring you
with my incredible presence
You sit down
"We'll watch it all."
Sure, whatever.
I settle d...
You were my fantasy.
The loyal knight
in shining armor
come to rescue me
on your black horse.
Not white.
You would never do it
so cliched.
I learned that about you.
always different,
never the same.
You rescued my scarf
from the glacial winds.
It twisted
in the air
writhing like a...
You met me
on a beach.
You liked my hair
even though it was windswept
and thought I was deep
even though
I was
consumed
with plastered prettiness
and false pretenses.
You taught me
about the sunrise.
Said it was
evidence
of the end
to come.
I didn't believe you.
But I liste...
You're screaming at me
cursing my name
but all I hear
is ringing.
What did I
do wrong?
I love you.
don't you love me back?
A single word
breaks me
out of my
trance.
Over.
that final word
rings like a commandment
echoing in nonexistent spaces
"over."
Th...
I remember when you found me.
I was huddled in my only coat, thorns scraping my face every time I moved, the blood mixing with the tears as they streamed down my skin.
"Who are you?" you asked. I looked up at you in surprise, the emotion of you discovering my hideout not quite enough to ...
Waves roll around me
crashing
bobbing me along.
I dive
through the murky depths
down
to the ocean floor.
I stretch my hands
press them
against the bottom
holding on
with dear life
the current pulls
I lose my grip
grasping at the sand
desperately
I hit the sand
hard
and floa...
"So, Rachelle, who do you like?" Hannah asked me. I tilted my head to look into my hot mug of tea, clutched tightly in my hands, avoiding the question for as long as possible. The steam flooded my eyes, veiling my apprehensive face. Outside, snow swirled, and I desperately wished I could b...
You crushed me.
I loved you,
And believed
in us.
I'm lost,
Alone,
Heartbroken.
So I cry.
For you
For us
For everything we had
and lost.
A single tear falls
Down my face
over my self
over my soul.
It carves a path
through the anger
through the resentment
through the ...
You can rhyme,
those people,
pretending your a writer.
You say you mean it,
you say that it's all true,
that your writing from your soul.
You can't be.
Writing isn't rhyming,
it isn't the length,
or the words.
It's the feeling,
buried beneath the surface,
...
I stumble along the road, not even bothering to scoop up the snow my cane catches. People openly laugh at me, but I don't care.
At least, that's what I say.
My cane frequently taps someone's foot, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, but either way, it hits them. Curses fly at me through...
When I was only 4 years old, I rode a tilt-a-whirl at the cheap amusement park near my neighborhood. As a 4 year old, the high walls, the shrieking people, it was all too scary to me. I regretted following my father onto the ride, trailing him like a sad puppy. He thought this experience would help ...
Oh, how I wished I could fly.
I was sitting on the end of a salt-stained pier, my legs dangling above the choppy waters. Voices swirled around me, but I tuned them out. I was concentrating on the sea and the sky.
When I sit here like this, below a brilliant sun, my thoughts always turn to the sky....
Read Teen Ink in Print!
Get a real, paper Teen Ink Magazine delivered to your door 10 times a year. Makes a great gift!
Chat with other Teen Ink members
Teen Ink's chat is available to Teen Ink members only. If you're aged 13-19, please sign up or log in.