Facebook Activity



Teen Ink on Twitter

Home > Advanced Search

Advanced Search Results


We found 57 items that match your search.
Switch to basic search »
Refine advanced search »
Results per page: Advanced search
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
    Custom User Avatar
    TW: anxiety, panic attacks, mild germophobia and agoraphobia.   For a while, I thought my birth to be somewhat of a miracle. From tales my relatives told, it seemed like a huge, important, dramatic event. I'm talking doctors running around and anticipatory waiting room foot-tapping, a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    your poetry makes me feel i n - f e r i o r.    and it feels like a slap on my                      sunburnt knee as      i tried to make a joke about it ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I still look around every time I think I hear your voice and I don’t know how to handle that. I wrote a two-page poem about your eyes that made me hate myself. I wrote a poem about you that made me feel like an idiot. I wrote too many poems about you to keep track of. I wrote a poem abou...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    The call of adventure constantly whisped around him; he was just that kind of guy. He had a trumpeting, bellowing, all-consuming, earth-shattering laugh, and stories that brought it out to play. He could draw you in with his handsome speech and charming looks, but you stayed even after that w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    He had a hardened harshness to his disposition, brutal, cold, and domineering; but underneath the ripping winds of his cutting speech and the impersonality of his attitude, was a gentleness, a small tone of merciful warmth. He was unassuming when you first noticed him, with his fluffy snow ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    She was fleeting and she was frantic; anxious, chilling, breathless, brilliant. When she was around all you could think to do was watch; her mere existence was exhilarating, beautiful, stunning. In the same regard, she was the calm after the storm, the fresh rain on asphalt smell, the petric...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    She was friend to all; everyone awaited her arrival with eager anticipation and childlike impatience. She had a refreshing, reviving air about her that no one could get enough of; everyone greedily plucked her up, breathed her in. She had fragrant lilacs for hair, skin made of breezy, invit...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    dear stranger i think i must have known you in a backyard mosaic of leaves, in sidewalk-chalk masterpieces, in playgrounds grandiose as castles. dear stranger i think i must have known you in your winterberry jacket, in your smug grin sitting shotgun, twiddling your pocketed ten-cents. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    cracking speckled porcelain scattered red-wine stained table cloth dried rosebuds flattened in the attic wedged between restless ramblings yellowing untouched pages luling tumbleweeds dusty green marbles wavering in the face of a warrior hair ravaged blind hurricane gales tumbled over ba...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    I watched. We were all seated in a circle like school children, or ancient philosophers. I watched as my peers spoke. I didn't respond with my own words because I was too fascinated with theirs. I watched as other students spat their words out; weird shaped things, they are. Some words dribbled f...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    my thoughts keep drifting back to his eyes. i'm in a grocery store walking by strangers plucking out their eyes as they walk by. green, brown, hazel, grey. i stick them to myself, tuck them in my pocket without second thought but my mind keeps coming back to his eyes, the only ones i don'...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    You are distracted and staring out the window. I am distracted and staring at you. I wear a skin made of doodle-coated library passes. You wear a skin of stamped absence notes and tardy slips. You see me through eyes blue like the ink from my pen. I see you through eyes green like the shor...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    even if you're looking for it, you probably won't see it. it's the leg bounce, the shaky hand, pacing routine. it's the darting eye, that one crack on the surface: striking red against a haggard white tentacles of a monster much larger than it reveals itself to be; larger than you could e...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    There must have been hundreds of planes, but I only saw the first three. The first caught my attention because of its unusually loud volume. The only planes that usually passed by were as small and quiet as this town, and if they were larger then they were too high in the sky to really hear, on ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
      I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I was looking forward to it. I really wanted to be there. I know that sounds like a cover-up, but it isn't. I've had to cover-up a thousand times and I'm sick of doing that. So here's the truth: I was in my room gett...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    "to me," you say, "winter is grey." dark and cold and gloomy. You must pardon my mannars because, in reply, I said, "no, winter is red." and you wondered how that could be. winter is red bright red bold red refuse to be ignored red. relentless, merciless, survival of the fittest ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    muffled voices outside my window. for most people this would be something to ignore. it's just the neighbors. in other cases perhaps it would be a cause for concern; but not this. not me. not you. because it's your voice I hear, warm and smooth and bright and buttery like Sunday mornings in...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    thick and hazy morning clings to my skin and lingers on my breath. it is the blanket engulfing me. it is the sandman overstaying his welcome. it is the heaters crackling, the furnace rumbling, the cat purring, the coffee maker gurgling. the coffee and the sky are the same color in this lig...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I wonder if you know that I stare at the glaringly empty seat in the car where you used to sit every morning. I wonder if you know that today when I smiled at you and you acted like you didn’t even see me, a little part of me shriveled up and died. I wonder if you saw my face drop as you walked ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am stuck. Not by choice but rather simply by consequence.   I am too young and too old too shy and too bold too anxious and too calm too busy and too bored   I'm not sure how I got here. I'm not sure if I am here or if I'm in-betwe...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    It goes everywhere I go. It stares at me from the other side of restaurants. It sits next to me in the car. It trails behind me at school. It loiters at the kitchen table as I brew a cup of coffee. It sits on my shoulders, watching, waiting; always ready to pounce. It pokes and prods at my brain. It...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    your eyes blink open in bed. you are wrapped in the safety of a blanket cocoon, warm and content. your stretch your arms and sit up, full of a comforting warmth. it is a yellow light that emanates from you. you crack a small smile. today is a wonderful new day. this is life. you swish back the bla...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    your eyes blink open in bed. the tag on your shorts scratches against your lower back. your neck is stiff from sleeping on it the wrong way. your leg is tangled in the sheet. you have those little crusties in the corners of your eyes, which are rimmed in red, puffy, and tired. this is life. you sh...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    The wind howled wildly and the rain poured down. Lightning struck sporadically and thunder mumbled overhead. Puddles were filling and spilling further into the street. Tree branches were drooping, their hair wet and heavy. Any creature with some sense took shelter from the storm. I must be senseless...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    Once upon a northern city, there lived a girl named Eliza. She was no prettier or smarter or better than the other students in her class, though she was pretty and smart. She lived her life with a smile on her face and was judged by those who lived with a frown. She was shy and bubbly and sensitiv...

Launch Teen Ink Chat
Site Feedback