Poems About Life As A Teenager Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But I have seniority. That makes my mistakes forgivable.” He collapsed onto the floor beside me, panting through his laughter. “You’re just old.” “Old enough to know better,” I countered. “Old enough to know that poems aren’t just words, they’re maps. They take you to who you’re supposed to be.” Liam was quiet for a moment. Then, in a smaller voice, “And who am I supposed to be?” “Someone who remembers,” I said. “Someone who keeps the good parts alive.”

“Nah. I think we’re just getting started. We are in the happy ending part of our story of life.” He looked puzzled at me so I explained it to him that life is just like a book. The beginning is our childhood and growing pains. The middle is teenage angst and early life lessons. The chaos is our twentys and everything. Climax is the end of it all and finally is our happiness and the resolution. He nods. “Never thought of it like that.” “I found mine,” I tell him. “Hope you found yours.” “I did,” he says. We shake hands.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

Where even a normal teen life is unapproachable? “I suppose you can’t blame her. Her fathers’ game is important to her, so I'm pretty sure the only outings she does are with adults at her meetings and what not... I suppose forcing yourself to grow up means losing out on all the things that actually make you young.” “Is that what I looked like?” “You mean an antisocial, bookworm who didn’t even know how to order coffee or lunch from the campus canteen?” “... Yes...” “Or the awkward guy who didn’t even know how to respond when he somehow magically got a girlfriend and then got dumped by said girlfriend?”

🌊 🔥 CHAPTER 01 🔥🌊 Life, they say, is a mystery. Life they say, would be dull indeed without all the mystery around. What would be left to strive for if everything were know. The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve but a reality to experience. I always had this thinking that I was a random kid, a kid like others, totally no difference from other teenagers apart from the fact that our personalities are different. I’ve always wanted to find out who I truly am.

I don’t understand it, but oh well. A shadow speaks, “We turn 18 tomorrow. Life won’t be the same.” Another shadow pipes up, “All these teenage worries will be the least of our issues.” The one named Serenity, the only one I can see fully formed, now speaks up. “We’ll get to that after we get through today. These may be teenage worries, but our human needs us to let her do what she needs for now.” I look at her funny. She’s never called me her human before, as if she were something I’m not. “Yes, our human. You’ll know soon enough. Now we need to get you back to the mundane before you miss it all.” She looks at me and I snap out of it. I’m left in a daze. I have more questions.

I feel like I'm seven years old again and I just tore up all his super important papers to make snowflakes that didn't even turn out that cute. I feel like I'm ten years old again and hiding in my cousin's house for two weeks while my parents suffer, hand out flyers and put ads everywhere to find their missing daughter. I feel like I'm twelve and I just ruined my mom's most important work party because I got drunk on wine and then made a scene. I feel like I'm fifteen and my parents just found out that while they were out I threw a party that quickly got out of hand and there were hundreds of underage kids drunk and high in my house.

Whoever said being a teenager was the best time has got it so wrong. I’m so full of angst at the prospect of my future and what life entails. I want to stay cocooned here in his arms, with his lips pressed against the back of my neck. I need to savor this moment because I may never experience it again. I never want this moment to end for the spell to break.

Maybe I had. Life had a way of taking years from you when you weren’t paying attention. At twenty-two, I felt like I had already lived a lifetime only that it wasn’t the kind of life I had imagined. It wasn’t the picture-perfect life that people dream of when they’re young, when they believe the world is full of endless opportunities and a future that’s always just within reach.

A lot of teenagers walked around it. I recognized some people sitting around Fossie Street, but none of them mattered to me, or were important in any way that mattered, but in a way, I envied them. Their lives was so simple: high school, love, drugs, alcohol. I never was into any of those things like the rest of the teenage population, and I found them so pathetic, complaining about breaking a nail, or losing their drugs. I, on the other hand, had to deal with real problems. I had Grandmama.