Facebook Activity



Teen Ink on Twitter

Home > Advanced Search

Advanced Search Results


We found 27 items that match your search.
Switch to basic search »
Refine advanced search »
Results per page: Advanced search
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I will sweat your scent in humid tornado winds. My poisonous friend. Secret sin, demon within. Unrecognizable memories, drip bitter on my tongue. I succumb to the, simplicity in my toxicity. Fixated and frustrated. Magnetized by your power. Crave, need, want, plead, for your liquid lo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Somebody save me. Somebody bathe me, in hope. Pain is all I’ve ever known. My head is sick, my heartbeat quick. Could you be the one? Save me. Bathe me in your love. On my last cigarette, shadows crept. Overwhelmed by lonesome anxieties, and loathsome “could be’s” I want t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    The muddy merry-go-round spins me around, upside down with melancholy memories. It makes me dizzy, with rage and pain. I teeter, and I totter on a paint chipped plank. It sings squeaks that pierce my soul, and taunt my core. Dangle by my neck, on the steel jungle gym- a haunted maze...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am weakness. My hollow footprints hide in quicksand. Don’t go looking for them. If some twist of fate, drags you down a dark road, jack hammered into heavy lead pieces, and speckled with fools gold- go back. Cardboard cut out bushes, will captivate you with tequila scented roses....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Fathers are a gift from God, that you can’t return. Maybe you won’t want to, If you enjoy that kind of pain. Dads are a gift to little blonde girls to unwanted blue eyed girls, who “Should just be locked in closets” listening to “I’ll starve you’s” Dad’s are a gift to l...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am afraid of main street, bus stops, exclusive company, and going to the grocery store alone. Metallica makes my stomach turn, and the song Unforgiven is a knife in my side it makes me sweat and stings my chest, my hands shake to its memory. To your memory. In a crowded place, a 5 o ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I want to talk about depression, and how it is the demon consuming half of me. I want to talk about slowly crawling up carpeted steps, because I am too empty to stand. I want to talk about the monster that straps me to my bed, and paralyzes me. I want to talk about how depression is a thief....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I’m such a thief. My chapped lips taste like stolen nicotine I salivate coke and rum. Hide all of the lies, behind my glazed blue eyes. The government is watching, microphones in John Deer lawn mowers. So I go seventy six on Rosalia street’s runway. I fly high like dragon chasers. E...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    When anger isn’t anger, everything’s too loud. Chatter in the halls echo as white noise, and emphasize themselves in static wails. Wall spin, my own optical illusion. Pink, green, blue flyers all flap above bubblers. Shrieking fanblades of the option I refuse. Bubblers spray cold w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    They say the kitchen is the heart of the home, But I say there’s nothing there but spoiled memories. Broken plumbing sprays out empty dreams. Stale dishwater fills the sink, once so hot its spread mist onto window glass Moist dirty tiled floors- To slip on, Bloody rug burned knees. A painf...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am poor. My toilets been broken for five months, we flush it with an orange string. My food is non perishable, canned, Packed with sugars and trans fats. In the winter we brave the cold for as many days as we can, our heat is our blankets. Maybe we’ll give in when the coffee freezes....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I’m so angry I don’t know why. I could punch a wall, smash plates, whip pillows, Scream. I’m so sad I don’t know why. I just want to inhale hazed air, and fly so high. Tonight I’m a kite. I’m so happy I don’t know why. I want to draw the earth to scale in the middle...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am ah-daw because it takes more than two white pearl teeth to scream Aunt Dawn. And 8-months old is too young To annunciate Godmother, Best friend, Or second Mom. Every night their cries sprung me out of chairs, and off cold hardwood floors to their cradle. When they cried together, I...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Flowers grow on staircases in the spring, and there is no up, nor downward traveling. I can stay planted there, just one dandelion out of seven hundred roses. Then that bee named winter stings my mind with blistered wind, to erase away my stability....
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
    Custom User Avatar
    “The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go”. -Dr. Seuss At my 5th grade award ceremony I won all sorts of awards. I couldn’t have done it without the tools that you gave me, Mrs. Tank. When my class stood in front of the ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Squeeze my lungs, exhale a life undone. Worry chases after me, Its shrill echo wafts, and strikes my drum. Stressful hands of pain- strain my heavy heart, they drain my weary mind. Chaos chokes my broken soul- Suffocation. Asphyxiation. Crimson tear finger prints, drip in sync with t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Innocence flows life through my sunken veins, and beats my charred heart crimson red. Wails of new life, Interrupt my aching weeps, from a life blown into darkness. First steps, sew me up with hope. Belly chuckles tattle, on the pitter patter of tip toes. Wide gummy grins soothe the a...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    I love you because we are happily ever after “wives” Because I can be a dork and it makes you laugh, like when you let me dress you like a rainbow, half-wit prostitute, with one white tube sock pulled up high, as you sported a scarf t-shirt. Because you bit me after my gallbladder surgery,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Prodigious Musician An Ugly Beast hid beneath the skin of man dressed in shining armor that quickly rusted red. The Creature sang a song of love, while claws cradled It’s guitar. one hand choked the neck the other strummed six strings, emitting sounds of tragedy. The strings grew loo...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    Melanie, I love you I love you because you still haven’t given up in a world where nobody understands you myself included. Fighting all the names that doom you, trying to ruin you, Proving that you are much more than late work, but complex, abstract artwork. Because you go to every b...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    I want to talk about war. How it kills and maims everything in this world tanks crushing children's innocence because of the color in their eyes and skin pigment. I want to talk about how nobody even knows what we're fighting for, and how the mission we accomplished is not a score. I ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    I am from a fragment in time that still held innocence. From high fevers lowered by the low hum of Adlevice, and the ice baths that froze me in time. I am the blue eyed baby girl who survived the odds, of a ten percent to survive. I am from the tractor tire sandbox , that snuck crunchy sand ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Exhaustion is an abandoned playground, with cold monkey bars that spiral downward turning weak hands blue. F-you’s and hotlines listed on winding slides. Rotting cigarette butts, all burnt out, beneath the woodchip graveyard. Wind tastes gray blinding tired eyes with soil sties. It ...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
    Custom User Avatar
    Never before has the world changed so quickly. In America the saying “out with the old, in with new” is a way of life. Cell phones, cars, iPods, and computers are always being improved and updated. People throw away valuable things for the chance to hold something new in their hands. It would be...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
    Custom User Avatar
    In Loneliness is the Hand of revenge Nineteen Minutes Jodi Picoult Publisher: Washington Square Press (February 5, 2008) “That was the way this society worked: you were only at the bottom of the totem pole until you could find someone else to take your place.” - From Nineteen Minutes. Nin...

Launch Teen Ink Chat
Site Feedback