Teen-Literature

Get out of your head and join me in reality. Let your eyes sparkle my way and see how much I love you. Shut your mouth and bring it to mine. Romance can be dangerous we’re learning these days. Where are the words I’m trying to say? Oh baby, like hell I wish you were here. Today the brightest light shines for you. Don’t be blinded and take it in stride. The world won’t end if we are apart. Just my sanity and maybe my poor broken heart. I’m itching for answers but fear the results. Look at what love has done to us, babe. I guess you can call this thing puppy love. We don’t really know what’s going on

Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades. A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades. Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies, So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes. Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs, Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms. With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies, The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.

                    Monster Inside It wants to take over It want to see things in a different way It want to see everything in red It's crawling try to escape It's hides in the dark while until  it want to come out It's teeth a razor shape just like mine The monster want to take over me I can't let it happen I'm different from this monster The reason why.. This monster inside me is sadly my other half

                  Under The Mask Once you take off the mask I know who you really are You no different You're a sad and depress child Your face covered with dry tears You can't hide the fact that your a sad child How low are you to be sad while you have what you want and more You only want more With the mask on you hide your feelings and say to yourself that your happy But when your alone, your on the floor trying not to drown in your tears You want people to love the real you that's why you're sad child But in this world no one like the real people They rather have the fake people like you That's why you have the mask on Only I will kn

There was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her. It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.

Where have thy gone? Respect we say It just a word we simply utter Not something we do Or take impact on Now and days respect is like a kid telling an Elder "with all due respect sir am still going to kick your arse" Or be told you work hard and you will gain respect When all is done All you get is backbiting and jokes about you Where are the respect gone? Respect given to Great generals of the Roman Empire Like Maximus Movie legends like Bruce Lee Great artist like Leonardo da Vinci Where have thy gone Respect I know your still there Despite those that give respect no meaning Those that twist and Don't deserve you

"We need a refill on salt shakers at table two, a fresh ketchup bottle on tables three, four, and six, and for god's sake, see if we've got a spare pacifier for the kid at table five." Marcheline's lawyer-like voice rattles off instructions faster than anyone can understand them. Taking over her shift is like diving headfirst into an ocean current traveling at a million miles an hour. I nod after every ten or so words; after sounding off eight commands in under a breath, Marcheline gasps, "Thank god you always show up for your shift on time." Then she flings off her waiter belt like it was on fire and throws it on the rung. I watch her dash

I should have seen this coming; I don't know what to say. Tell me, sweet Princess, do you need a rescue today? Be good until I come, and everything will be fine. In a crown and glass slippers you'd look simply divine. Come down from your tower to my white horse below. Hold on tight now, and I won't let you go. You're my fragile darling and you shine like gold. Your hands are like ice and they should be mine to hold. I missed my shot, love; I'm sorry to say. But just know you can be mine on any fine day. I can't stay up waiting for you to be free. But I'll dream all night of you next to me. The saddest thing here is that you know h

Somewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern.  Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around

Bruises written on an un-marred page Tear into the parchment like ink stained pens. Tiny drops of crimson passion flood the surface, Look at your creation, isn't it beautiful? Black and red speckle the sun- Deprived skin. Blue takes its turn swirling among the blotches, untouched flesh. Oh, look! The red is dripping now, Washing white across the bruises. Lovely isn't she, staring into her marrow As if it was meant to be exposed? Silly girl, this is art, nothing is as it was meant to be. When is anything ever? Just like these Bruises, written on an un-marred page. You tore into the parchment like ink stained pens. You tore into me, and I co