Facebook Activity



Teen Ink on Twitter

Home > Advanced Search

Advanced Search Results


We found 16 items that match your search.
Switch to basic search »
Refine advanced search »
Results per page: Advanced search
  • College
    Guide > College Articles
    Custom User Avatar
    It was hidden until we walked down the steps, silently descending from whispers to silence, as the 8:44 darkness dissolved into the speckled, sparkling lights of a hundred candles tucked into the tranquil depths of the Grotto. We walked silently, feeling sacrilegious in our tight jeans and fancy sh...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    spilled coffee and rolling mud and deep-fried Oreos speak of the California, Wisconsin youth and my summertime nightmares. and the indentation in your pillow tells me so much, but your hidden face tells me so little… i can’t quite see if you are lying or not when you tell me i’m beautifu...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    He asked her why And she leapt And she tumbled through the stars, Fizzling and burning like grease on a hot stove, Spilling secrets like blood, Hurtling through the galaxy with the Wind as her tail And memories trickling drops in her wake, And breathless she skidded to a stop And rubble ga...
  • Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
    Custom User Avatar
    I must confess that I have grown more and more disappointed with every edition of TeenInk that I receive. The fiction section has noticeably diminished in artistic value since the first edition I read two years ago, and I find myself unable to concentrate on most of the poetry. However, “Tra...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    2 hours 19 minutes Was how long we talked, On our ice cream high, Hiding our cell phones under the sheets Whispering in bad reception. 6 days Was how long I held out the hope That there was a maybe. 2 hours Was how long I waited for you to call me When you said you'd call right back. ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    Stretched out Under the summer sun My head on your back My ear pulsing with your Heartbeat Breathing in your smell Of fresh laundry and soap And closing my eyes… I’m not even gone yet And I miss you already. ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    You are my anchor: You hold me down with your eyes While my heart balloons to the sky. You are my beat: My heart slows to match the pulse against my cheek As we sway out of rhythm. You are my shelter: Your warm hands gently squeeze my shoulders, Pressing me closer to you. You are my m...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    Endings are rhymes withut any reasons Endings of days or endings of seasons The end of a song- last note in the air The end of a trip- you finally get there The end of a poem, last word in your mind The end of a search: stop looking and find The end of a day when the sun fades to black The en...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    I guess I'll just keep sitting here Playing stone with my face Your words may be meant to be harmless (As harmless as a killer jellyfish) But I know otherwise. Halleujah, I guess I'm alive. Faking tears while trying to muster A laugh in my empty chest Pretending to feel a ture emotion That ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    There are many ugly words: Folk, palpitate, exultation, Scintillate, corrosive, succulent. But none are as ugly to me— Now— As the sound of your name....
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    It's kind of obvious, In the way you stare straight ahead As we tiptoe down the grey halls, Incandescent lightbulbs putting dull gleams In our hair. In the way your feet pause, Sending me half a step ahead of you, So I have to stop, and turn, Pivoting on my bouncy rubber soles. And I have t...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    What is left and what is right? A turn in the road, Bending past blindness into the unknown? A choice in the heart, Twisting dark alleys of choosing right choices? But what is right? The hand of a poet flowing through seas of letters and thoughts? A choice between one wrong and another? But...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    This is me, the self you see. (This is me, the self I hide.) Bright blue eyes sparkling with laughter, (Bright blue eyes shimmering with scorn,) A wide smile, slightly crooked, (A crooked sneer, twisted in hate,) Friendly hands reaching out with painted fingernails (Clenched hands with finge...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    My best writing came from Anger, sadness, Hurt. My best writing is gone now And the best I can do now Is put poignant Phrases Together in neat little Uneven short lines And hope they pass as bad poetry. My best writing is gone now Because the anger, sadness, And hurt are gone… Becau...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    High noon, And the sky is grey and dark And rumbling with thunderous temper And spits in derision at the Fickle folly of the world. And its scorn matches The salty tears skipping down my cheeks. And looking out my smudged-mascara Eyes, I sigh And wonder if you are crying too, Or if the sky...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
    Custom User Avatar
    Invisible Ok. I'm only going to say this once. Are you ready? Are you even listening? Focus your eyes on me, not on her. Pay attention. Am I mute? Can't you hear what I'm screaming, screaming at the top of my lungs? Look at me. See me. Please? I don't want to be boxed out anymore. I...

Launch Teen Ink Chat
Site Feedback