Poems About Life As A Teenager Novels & Stories

All I will bring is to bury it deep in a small corner dedicated to the youth for my youth. The world is as big and strange as the mind and thinking of this 17-year-old student. I just wish for time to slowly pass so that I can fill my memories with happy and sad memories, feelings of anxiety, and warm and peaceful feelings when encountering beautiful student relationships. ...and let me never grow up again. But I also hope time will pass quickly so that I can fully explore TG outside the shell of my parents, outside the protection of the school roof to walk on the stormy road of life on my own. That's when I will have to take responsibility for myself. I like the feeling of being free becaus

he says as he lifts his head and gazes at my side. We don't know what should we do. We are just some teenagers who have just finished their high school. But the things we have to go through is complete roller coaster of emotions. Mostly sad emotions. We don't know if we are able to live and lead that happy life with all of these sorrows cause it's hard. It's hard to move on with so much of burden on our shoulders. We kids are like those little birds who think that their mother is the best ever one who would warm them up and bring the foods for them at the end of the day with so much love. She protects them and cover them under her wings.

It honestly feels like I am falling from the frying pan to the fire on a daily basis. Why does it have to be so hard? They say life is a bed of roses. Really? Why do I actually feel like it's actually a bed of thorns? Everyday of my life I keep fighting battles! Battles upon battles! It's like they never end and just keep coming at me! I know this is inevitable. But I am too young to be facing the cruelty of life already! At least I should be allowed to grow, Even if it's a little before I start confronting them!

"My two closest friends got a summer job at an ice cream shop last year. Mom didn't let me join them because my dad... whatever, she just didn't let me, but I still went to the ice cream shop almost everyday. It was very fun to help them out and try our hardest to get tips so we could go out and convince some old guy to buy us booze, then get drunk in a park with almost nothing because we’re not actually used to alcohol. Or smoke Amy's brother's cigarettes and almost pass out because we don't know how to smoke... you might think all that is lame, but it's a part of life I like and I don't want to skip it. I don't like your parties, they feel sad.” "Really?" he asks with a slight smile, he's

First line, I’m still on fire, but today I’m choosing which parts of me burn. I wrote until my hand cramped. Ugly words, beautiful words, truths I’d never said out loud. I wrote about Adrian’s hands, Mom’s laugh, the way love and poison taste the same sometimes. I wrote until the sky outside turned orange and the house smelled like tea and ink and cold air. Then I closed the notebook, pressed it to my chest, and whispered to the empty room. “This is still my house. This is still my body. This is still my life.”

Tomorrow, she’ll be in a sea of teenagers, humans who deal with raging hormones, feeling like they are no longer children and are ready for adulthood. She didn’t exactly have a fantastic time when she was in High School herself. She can’t exactly say she’s excited for the next day.

Carl whine making me and Courtney laugh. "So sad Allison died." I nod at Courtney. "Lydia and Kira are now the new best friend. Malia is like bipolar, she always wants to kill." We all laugh as we continue talking about Teen Wolf characters, even in our dinner we still talk about it, the scenes and everything. The night is calm I am now at my room staring at the sky, the moon is up in it's half moon with stars filling the sky. While the woods so quiet and dark, darker as usual, opening my window and take a deep breath of the first cold air, calming my nerves.

They grumble, they grumble the way teenagers know how to grumble, with that energy, that bad faith, that certainty that the whole world is against them, that no one understands them, that no one loves them, that no one wants them, that they are alone, abandoned, forgotten, erased, annihilated, destroyed, by what happened, by what they lived through, by what they endured, by what they suffered, by what they lost, by what they gave, by what they sacrificed, by what they sold, by what they betrayed, by what they abandoned, by what they left, by what they forgot, everything, everything, everything. "Why do we have to move, again, why do we have to leave the south, our friends, our school, our li

Seriously with idiots like Topher, I'm surprised I haven't been caught yet, I need to start evaluating the people I write for because that dickhead shouldn't be one of them. Most of the days feel wasted now, I mean things were good for a while and then they just weren't, I can't complain though my life was shit before and it's shit now. Just classes, lunch, and writing papers for lazy high schoolers. Maybe Silver's right, maybe I do need this party. I'm a fucking sophomore in AP classes, everything is just passing me by and I'm watching it all happen. "I need to live," I say sitting in front of Silver who was waiting for me

Where every chaos turns to lullabies, And friendships bloom in noisy alibis. We were young enough to romanticize, Running through fleeting days we couldn’t disguise. And if the world grows cruel with sharp goodbyes, I know places. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────