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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    On July fourth 2012, my father had a stroke. On July fourth 2012, my father had a stroke, and I watched the ambulance leave and I sat in the hospital, wondering why, Why should a family that was burdened with my father's brain cancer twenty years ago now receive another challenge? On July fo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Sometimes, You need to stop. And rest for a moment. And people remind you, give you that saying. Stop and smell the flowers. But I think, Stop and look at the stars. They're so much more beautiful. The living fire dancing in front of your eyes, the millions of almost exceedingly infinit...
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    I grew up spinning my stories. I grew up knitting together images of the places and the faces I would meet, I imagined things that would make me smile, imagine the people that would make me laugh even when I wasn't supposed to, I imagined what It would be like to have a broken heart, and what ...
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    I could write you a million sonnets that would challenge Shakespeare's but not be able to express the emotions that I have. For you. I would have my talent ripped from my body and my words peeled away with my flesh just to hear you uttering the same sweet nothings in return to me. I guess tha...
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    It seems like there still are angels because light shines from the cracks in the clouds that spill their tears over the city of San Diego every winter. It seems like there still are angels because you can feel your heart strings being tugged when the couple that has been together all their lives st...
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    I feel like I’m hated by the people I love the most. I feel like a burden. I feel selfish, And I feel ugly, And I feel that my soul is Just as hideous As my being. I can’t believe that he loves me. I can’t believe that he loves me. No matter how much he says it. Is anyone there? E...
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    I love you. (I love you too.) I love you, and you’re amazing and you mean so much to me. (I love you, I-I love you so much.) You mean everything to me. (I’m sorry.) Why? (I’m sorry.) Why? (I’m sorry.) WHY? (I’m so sorry, my love.) (Good-bye) . . . . WHY?...
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    You say ‘I love you.’; And I say ‘ I know.’; Because I always knew; Because you gave it away; Because I always know; Because you’re always so painfully obvious, With your just-happy-to-be-with-you smile And With the careful-not-to-break-you touches; Because you’re just perfe...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    She walked with him to their lockers, her mind tracing the letters of the words she wanted to say. “I.” She started, muttering to quietly that not a soul could hear her words. The first letter stood for herself, the first half of the equation that put the two of them together, summing them up to...
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    Oh, she loved him, to the ends of the earth. And farther. For forever, and longer. With her whole self and more. And now, in this kiss, she never wanted to let go. “I love you…”...
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    “And I bet that everyone knows how much we’d give.” Her lips ran over his hand. “Give for each other. I’ll always have these scars. I’ll always have that tattoo too. They’ll all define me, for who I am.”...
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    I hug him tight. "I love you more than anything." My lips meet his. I glance at him, fleetingly, and pull away. "More than air." I can feel his hands brush my waist and pull me close. "Gl--." He smiles, kissing me again as he silences me, and I see that wonderful smile...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    People call betrayal a stab to the back, But it's not. It feels like a pierce, a small, sharp pain in your heart. Your heart is not broken, nor is it cold, but it is damaged. This damage is small. It is damage that, over time, grows. Your heart bleeds, bleeding trust and love and friendship....
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    My dad has a severe case of dementia. The decline usually takes two to five years. His case looks more like two. Right now, his mental ability is like that of a three-year-old. He's 54 and looks 84. He gave up on life 20 years ago when he had cancer. Now he's got another disease, and all he wants...
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    If I could tell you one thing I guess it would be that I love hearing the sound of your laugh. And That seeing you smile brightens my day. And I wish you would believe me if I told you I loved you, though I know you won't. And I hope you know the tears I shed are for you. And Tha...
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    I may look like I’m smiling, but on the inside I’m crying. Because you all are the only reasons I have to smile anymore. My friends. The reasons I can still face the day again. Thanks to you, the cuts on my wrists are healing. And the scars on my soul are fading. Few scars remain. The melanch...
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    I know you would never like a girl like me. I'm not pretty, or skinny, or funny. I'm a nerd. I have stage fright. I'm violent. Everyone who I told that I liked you asked me one question. "What do you see in him?" What did I see I'm not sure. I just saw something they ...
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    Life hurts. Face it. Face that it will never get better. Its just not going to happen. The pain’s never going to fade. You’re never going to forget it. Never going to ‘get over’ it. Life just doesn’t work that way. But after you feel enough pain, enough stabs in the back, enough times that...

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