Novel & Cerita Poems About Life As A Teenager

The grief of being weak as he waited for the evil men to shoot his family. His life fleeted before him and he was there spectating it all over again. "Life is ephemeral like the wind in a stormy day," he couldn't help but be poetic. With his words, in this mysterious place, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew with it the scent of spring, and it was immediately gone like a popping bubble without sounds.

It’s only my face that might betray the truth about how young or how old I truly am. Make your age work for you, my mother says. What she really means is: Just lie. I’m thirteen. Or I’m fourteen. Some days I look like I’m fifteen, or sixteen. When I’m made-up, I can push for eighteen. But my life is my mother’s life and hers is mine, and everything that happens to one of us happens to the other. Life experience doubled up, crushed into moments and gasps of time that would be too big for either of us on our own.

I said. “Technically, two years, since you will be seventeen in a few days," he said “Yeah," I said unable to shake off the fact that I am seventeen and out homeless, most girls my age will be having their sweet sixteen birthday parties, going to proms, or going to college, but here I was begging to be able to feed. Life can be so unfair and tough that one has to question the very existence of one's life, like why was I born if God knew my mother was going to die leaving me with one to love or care for me.

It's Friday and that means another weekend is almost here. Weekend are when we live. The teenage years come to life on the weekend. The responsibilities of school and homework are left behind in the classroom. The hallways are crammed full of everyone pretending to be something they're not, with me the Queen B pretending to be above it all. But the thing is I have never been above any of them. I hate that think that I am, I'm not.

You're the sky ruling over the stars. Noah didn't say anything for a while and then praised, "That was nice." Tears pricked my eyes, but I smiled ruefully and said in a shaky voice, "I wrote this poem when I was ten based on what my sister had said that night. It's always easier to remember poetries for me since I even sing this when I need motivation. When I have given up on my life, but need to-to just push forward." Noah just hummed as we both looked at the stars, lost in our own world, maybe somewhere beyond the world where we weren't broken. Then suddenly, I recalled something very important that broke my reverie. I sat up crossing my legs and took out an envelope from my pocket.

It may not be wonderful enough to repair our poor broken hearts but it was sure wonderful enough to captivate our drive to try and find someone who can pick the pieces up and mend it. “17?” I huffed under my breath. Hot smoke came out of my mouth and it gradually disappeared into thin air. The sound of those numbers coming out of this teenager’s mouth was just disgusting to hear. It made me feel like an ancient person even when there’s only a nine-year gap between us. That’s almost a ten-year gap, a decade per se, and that gap seemed to translate as if I’ve been alive since the time of the dinosaurs. Or maybe I was just exaggerating but that’s how I feel.

😂 Falling in love when you are a teenager is wonderful, it's wonderfully amazing in an inexpressible way! You sing along with the birds when they do, you feel like annexing with them in the air and flying with them, you feel like you are the happiest amongst all, you feel like you have a need to change your wardrobe, change your dress code, twist your hairstyle every now and then! You want to smell so nice every time and you feel like seeing him always, you all know these things girls you know these things I'm talking about, BUT WAIT TILL HE STOPS CALLING! 😂😂

It definitely is a hella ass piece of work and it requires, strength, determination and a lot of patience. But honestly,one thing that I came to realize was that the lives of the teenagers were very and I repeat very interesting. Actually there's one perfect word that can fully and correctly describe their lives. Dramatic. Literally. I mean the guide books and the loads of novels never prepared me for all this Though majority of it is excitingly hilarious, some of it is really deep. That brings me to the current situation I'm facing. So, because I'm in charge of the kids, that means that I'm somewhat responsible for them incase the my make mistakes,and by that I mean, if they cause any troub

I start to wonder where those days had gone to. I know that all of us have grown already and we are no longer teenagers but I feel sorry for those who are in the next generation with us. For those who are supposed to be fooling around or playing around because of their age. Because, instead of doing that, they are out there sacrificing the happiness of their youth to war that wasn’t supposed to happen anyways.

PROLOGUE Inever once imagined that my life would play out the way that it did. To be fair, I guess I could say that life never really unfolds the way we expect it to. I know my father’s didn’t, but I doubt there’s a teenager in the world who could expect her life to play out like mine. I’d just turned seventeen when my life changed completely and irreversibly. It was only one night before that I was thinking of the future, of my dreams and aspirations.