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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    We are only seventeen, but our arms and legs are marred by countless failed attempts; burned by the ropes of safety nets and by trampolines. Some beg to fly, others simply to walk the silver lining in the clouds rather than observe it from below. I, myself, have tried both, and found ...
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    My "I love you"s are rhetorical because you never say it back. I must have tried a thousand times, but I've stopped keeping track. Yesterday I skinned my knees From crawling on the ground. I think you know I worship you - You shook your head and frowned. Well I&...
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    I can find my own way. I need not Contort myself into the box You've built for me. I'll use it as a trash can for every Piece of me That I no longer need. And if I get lost, I need not Worry, For there was never a set path Anyways....
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    If you're thinking, "time for another self-deprecating poem by an angst-ridden teenager" then: 1. I'm offended. 2. You're right. But not like you think. Like you probably have, I've sat in classroom after classroom and written essay after essay, ad nauseam. So, t...
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    we love to make promises, so here's a new one: I will spend the rest of my life paying back every single bit of joy I owe you when you carried me kicking and screaming through my darkest times refusing to set me down on my feet and let me give in to the quicksand o...
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    i am alone on an old, wooden dock with ice-crystal stars below me (twinkling in an abysmal sea) i lie with my cheek pressed to the very edge, arms folded pleasantly (waiting) and close my eyes, but stay facing whatever lies beyond this fragile bed (hoping) to roll of...
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    I should have known you were hardwired into my heart by the hands of fate, because neither of us could stop the momentum of our inevitable crash, and the system must have been built to be reborn from the rubble of our shortcomings and yet I can't blame it all on the stars; ...
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    I. Sometimes I think, 'all these hands are good for is note-taking.' II. It makes me tremble, that I might never have some- thing of my own to say. III. Ripping pages out of the books of my favorite authors; aspiring, mimicking. And yet I know without a doubt that there is st...
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    Dear God, I'm sorry I hid you under the floorboards next to the CD's my mom don't approve of, and for painting you red because red was in — not because it's the color of the words you spoke. I'm sorry for letting your name slip from my tongue next to the wo...
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    I honestly can't bring myself To undo this knot That clutches my throat like a Long-lost Lover But leaves me gasping for air Like the night you Left Chest a hollow cavity of Carnal remains And I can't help but notice How your hands move to my hips Instead of trying ...
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    there's a flicker of hope at the end of a matchstick that only i can understand and only you can taste it why do you light those cigarettes? which burn your finger- tips and cloud your judgment and the air, both but i never looked a blunt in the face, because it&#...
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    10:02 p.m. and i swear i've never seen a sky so beautiful, which whispers to me promises of cloud-spun dreams when my head kisses the pillow 11:30 p.m. and though my mum swore nightmares don't come if you fall asleep before darkness creeps, still i find myself holding ab...
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    it's been marinating in my stomach— roiling and churning— long past the expiration date, and i can't keep my teeth as cage bars any longer (lest they rot) so take this as it is, not as an anonymous complaint or a law suit to rob you, but as a cut i had to let breathe (band...
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    When I realized I still had some fight left in me I couldn't be satisfied any longer with idle mourning or the diagnoses for though I still felt my fingertips tremble with the night's desire I could stare at the sun and feel warm again instead of feeling exp...
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    To see endless possibilities as a playground for your imagination instead of an obstacle course is one of the most widely unappreciated gifts that a person can have, especially a writer, because that which does not leave you paralyzed in doubt sets your dreams in motion....
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    the clarity of countless anxieties takes me by the throat, and if they glimmer like stars, so do they flicker out at the touch of your hands, which cup each of my worries softly before blowing them out to make room for wishes...
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    You’re the scum on the pond surface, behind my house, that absorbs the sun’s radiance without allowing the water to glitter also and you’re the concealer I dab under my eyes that covers up the puffy ridges made by tear tracks, dried and salty like the promises you meant to keep ...
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    My mother, Bless her heart, Has told me since I could pick up a pen: "Do not write on yourself" Or not To write on my walls, because "It doesn't look good" But I think that's what they call Functional fixedness, And I think I'd much rather my daughter Treat her skin as pape...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    I painted my walls black, And you asked if I was okay. But I've been down for months And you only noticed today? See, people look for a road sign, They can't read between the lines. So we learn to wear our sadness And muffle all that shines. For it doesn't seem to matter ...
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    no longer am I this little girl, hiding in the corner of a closet that's never been opened the exposure might kill me, but then again, I've spent my whole life preparing for the escape of my mind tired of living within myself, unable to scream even when I'm alone...
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    There is such charisma in a well-placed word; in the ease with which it rolls off the tongue like a waterfall of eloquence and sophistication. And I, for one, am no wordsmith. But if I were: Stars would burst from my mouth, bubbling over; frothing into your ear like a wine-g...
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    My toes curl in self-disgust and I can't help but fear you'll fall into these craters in my palms, carved by half-moon nails, clenched fists, shame. How are your feet? Are they steady and can they carry you far from me once you've seen past this white-lace fa...
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    not to be cliché, but her lips were petals in full bloom, and her smile pearls fresh from the ocean her slim hands held a monopoly on artistry and her imagination rivaled her wit, if not exceeded by grace was Alice not a fitting name? yet, "hi, I'm Alec!" slipp...
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    Goddamn, but how we go on and on about the importance of this, the significance of that; and while I, like any other bipedal mortal, strive to string my poems along in a way that strikes a chord among you; oh how effortless it is to become indifferent once you realize that the deno...
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    my skin is convoluted, marred by many lashings ichor leaks like maple syrup by my wounds the only part of me that is still holy and when my veins are dry, my mind is left left to follow close behind and say its bedtime prayers to a deaf God...

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