I hear a mighty thump in fount of me. / Dread seeped into me… / “I just killed a kindergartener.” I said to myself. “A kindergartener o…
The story of my first attempt at skipping school, and the car which, well…
The new girl at school, Sherry, every one reckons she’s a lesbian. Tina took her jumper off and Sherry goes, ‘Are you wearing your lacy b…
Just some general musings stolen from my private diary, written when I was a young lass! I grabbed the sentences that really made me laugh, or shocked me, ‘cause it’ s sometimes easy to forget how difficult being thirteen is!
To the deep darkness I succumb / Creeping in again, the fear rises / My anxiety rises
Ive taken to chewing the sides of my thumbs when im anxious or nervous. / So the poems about that, / But obviously more than that.
I fell in love Nelly! / I cried myself to sleep each night / I wish I was here for it all you’d say / Your last breath was the end of my smile
Written to my dear friend Nell / who passed away in her sleep / one year ago tomorrow. There was alot i never said to her, / For that im sorry.
It’s just gone 2 in the morning / And the world has turned away / There’s no love left to give you / And there’s nowhere safe to stay. T…
I wrote this poem for a future event which, sadly, I know will happen one day. Teens aren’t all ‘typical’ teens. Please listen to them and watch for the signs. Teen suicide is a reality and a tragic one. Please read the partner piece to this by Abeona
I, Ashleigh, have fallen in love with a woman.
For all you Aussies out there, / read the age. / its marginally better than the herald.
Fast ridded you of your old friends and loves / Changed through the bright surroundings / Of life
when you dont know if a friend has changed / or was lying all along
“Everything in me wanted to drop my drink and run.”
Being 16 and pregnant more than 30 years ago.
A bear hug, kiss on the forehead / And a giant toblerone would also be welcome.
oh god i will regret this in the morning / but this is now / and i feel like shit / dont you want to here about it?
I’m not a child any more, I’m growing up too fast, / Want to go back and make the early days last. / Feel so lost, don’t know who I am. / Do…
Written by one of my young people.
Less motivated to care / Only motivated to appear less motivated / How overrated today’s generation are
A social observation of people in my class, at my college and around my life. It’s quite sad that I reffer to my own generation as ‘kids’ sometimes. “Kids these days” and the like. I seperate my self from that though, I have never really felt like I fit in with people my own age. I do not know what differs me from them, but it’s there, a barrier that is a stubborn as I am.
Fuck the darkness / Fuck the rain / Fuck the shadows / Fuck the pain / Fuck the emptiness / Fuck the tears / Fuck reality / Fuck the years / Fuck…
Maddie. / i apologise if anyone dosent like the F word.
Are you a lost spirit / Who`s found residence in my mind? / Are you an estranged soul / And your home your trying to find? Are you a pers…
Emma
I paused at the threshold, staring at the lurid symbols on the door and their blood-curdling descriptions of the fate awaiting any transg…
Horrid Humour.
Strange it is all so crystal both now and in your memory of eventful nights.
A Confounded Letter that is frightening even now.
You stand before me / Cotton shirt scarcely covering / Your rounded belly / The thin material / A feeble attempt / To hide the burgeoning lif…
A poem I wrote after learning that one of my classmates and childhood friends had fallen pregnant at age sixteen. She consequently left school. This is about the loss of innocence. Written 9 April 2009. Featured in Core [C.O.R.E] and Masterpieces: Literary Workshop.
the dry bones of your grief / show through their paper-thin covering / veins standing out against / old parchment skin
A poem for all those who have suffered, or have friends who have suffered, from anorexia nervosa. Written 11 May 2009.
.. to think of their bodies as something other than places to drape clothes and jewelry?
An article I wrote for the newspaper I work for.
But I just sit / Watch / Wish / And want
Everyone loses it sometimes, this is how it feels :P
I love you….. mother to be…....
I have a cousin who is doing work with young mothers (teens), and she asked me to put together a poem for the front page of her website…so I wrote one…and thought why not post it here as well!!!
Lurking in the shadows of my desires / ready to burst forth and scare away my / love for you.
Enjoy.
But slowly at a pace / Baby Grace….
After watching the series, The Life of an American Teenager, I decided to write this poem about a teenager having a baby.
These are the great minds of the next decade who will rule the earth and lead the modern culture
As we’re coming up to a changeover of decades, a short poem in relfection about my generation who will begin their rise in the next decade. Note: the use of the ‘n word’ is not meant as racist against black people but as a comment about the use of the word in modern culture. I’m not at all racist and the meaning of those lines should make that clear.
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