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• 2am
  by Jaybe

  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

• Reminiscing
  by Jo O'Brien

  NSFW

• What ever happened?
  by ChloeAlyce

  A card write maybe for some one turning I don’t know ahh 13 :)

• Girl most likely
  by Nicole Ryan

  You always were the craziest chick in school.

• mercy
  by bellmusker

  I remember the demons dancing at the corners of my eyes, always waiting to taunt me, always knowing how. I remember it all.

  An unexpected night at the Forum…..

• "MOTHER" .......a beautiful poem by my daughter aged 13 at the time
  by coffeebean

  A mother I think so much of, / a friend I truly need / Sometimes I may seem horrid, / but it’s only teenage creed Mum, I love you so much…

  This is a poem my daughter Roslyn wrote me when she was aged 13. / We had all just survived a torrid period of time where she became this uncontrollable teenager who made our life truly horrible. Thankfully with a whole lot of unconditional love and perseverance from us she finally made it through and we all can now look on that time as something we all learned a lot from. / Roslyn now at 22 says if she could turn back the clock and rewrite the book she would, but at the time she had all the arrogance of youth with no thought of the hurt she was imposing on herself and her family. A truly selfish time but a time she now has so much regret for and understanding of. At the time she was just hellbent on doing what she wanted when she wanted. / She came out of it though and the love that was never ever abandoned, though sorely tested, won in the end. She became once again the lovely girl she had been and now is a young woman I am so very proud of and love enormously. We have a beautiful relationship and this poem she wrote me and presented so beautifully typed out on lovely paper is one of my greatest treasures. Take heart from this when you go through the rough times with your own kids. / Susan Davies inspired me to post this poem after reading her lovely poem “Children Are A Blessing”. Thanks Sue.

• Contradiction
  by hatefueled

  You’ve killed my reasons / For being here anymore, / Brown grass surrounds me / And there’s no open door. Right in my face, / You slammed …

  I wrote this so many years ago… evil depressing teenage life. they really weren’t kidding when they said kids can be cruel and I thought they meant bullies!

• Circle of Lies - TTST17
  by Flic Manning

  In a chat between her frustrated friends it was decided Mel needed to be wound up a bit. Get the anger out and move on.

  This is my submission for the Star Twister Challenge 17. The theme was Chinese Whispers.

• Teenage Angst (2)
  by Anne van Alkemade

  For when we do misunderstand / I wish we could live as god had planned.

  Nothing is ever as good as the first inspiration – but only if it’s something you have lost. My first Teenage Angst fell foul of the delete key and I am hoping some day it may again find the light of day. But until that miracle, Teenage Angst (2) will just have to do. (It is in response to a beautiful poem written by the irrepressable Danny and his piece Subliminal

• Teenage Angst
  by Anne van Alkemade

  You think you have the answers true / Of what you think you and I should do.

  An ‘original’ response to Danny’s Subliminal / lost, but found by some amazing detective work

• Breathe
  by hatefueled

  Am I trying too hard or not enough? I don’t have what it takes to give up. Threads are coming loose on my lifeline, But this lif…

  Poem I wrote while living with my parents still. very immature and harsh but i can only handle a matter of hours in the same house as my family before i go nuts.

• CALMING CORNER
  by Sally Omar

  Calming Corner where I sit / I can think and I can knit / It is so wonderful to rest / I love this corner the best / With my cats at my feet ...

  Donna, Thank you for CALMING CORNER..what a wonderful place to be / Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) other awesome artwork and / writings on the RB /

• THE VOW
  by Sally Omar

  Under the stars / In my organdy dress / With flowers in my hair / And you in your tie-dyed shirt / And blue jeans / You made a vow / To fulfil…

• Inside a Teenage Tearaway
  by Abeona

  I’m going crazy, my life is a mess. / Not worrying about the future, caring less and less. / Going off the rails, fallen in a ditch. / Cross…

  Written by one of my young people.

• Loki's Bane
  by Shaun Johnston

  He was a servant of the night, bound to Loki’s side / Forced to hunger as a slave for ebbing crimson tides

  I wrote this when I was 17, based on a very patchy understanding of Norse folklore and mythology combined with vampirism and Tolkien-esque ideas about Light and Darkness ;)

• One Sweet Jazz Sunday Afternoon.
  by Denis Dalby

  I remember that first time, / When; one sweet jazz / Sunday afternoon, / I first saw Tubby at the As. We caught the bus from Blackpool, ...

  I used to live in Blackpool when I was a teenager and although it was a lively seaside town, it was not the centre of the jazz universe. So a group of us used to travel to by bus Manchester for a Sunday afternoon jazz session at the Astoria Ballroom, known to us as the ‘As’. This poem is my memory of the day we saw the late great Tubby Hayes who was only fifteen at the time. He went on to be one the greatest tenor sax players Britain has ever produced and famously featured with Ronnie Scott in the ‘Jazz Couriers’, but died tragically when in his 30s

• NETHERLEY COMPREHENSIVE
  by Stephen Jackson

  The late Monday light forsakes us / All, as if offended. / Here we sit, you and I, / Made brutal by mutual fear. / This is the way wars star…

  This was one of the schools they sent me to during my teacher-training in 1981. Netherley is an outskirt of Liverpool; and I was there at the time of the Toxteth Riots. The only day I took off sick the pupils rioted: bricks through windows, teachers spat on as they were kicked to the floor. Just goes to show what happens if I take my omnipotent stare of anything for a minute. More to the point (what with the canings and the revolting, smug or lackadaisal inmates of the Staff Room) the kids had my fullest sympathy. I dreaded school when I was a child: the rituals and restrictions, the bullies, the boredom. I had one illness after another and taught myself all I needed to know from my parents’ marvellous books. As Quentin Crisp commented, “Education is the biggest waste of time the world has ever known.”

• Any guy will do
  by anaisnais

  NSFW

• Misjudgement
  by anaisnais

  Teenagers / They know better than those / Who have been before them

• thou art ...
  by Shaun Johnston

  personification of Beauty divine / the mist in the hills, the morning dew’s shine

  This is a poem I wrote about a girl I had a crush on when I was 18 years old. I wrote it in a card and gave it to her for her birthday, but alas it was not long after that I realised what I harboured for her was a naive, idealistic crush, and not a hope :)

• Telephone Terror
  by fullcirclemandalas

  Hello?Hello? Who’s there?

  Who can remember being a teenager? Dialling the boy (or girl) you have fallen in love with, only to chicken out at the last minute!

• Robotic
  by kossimarsalsa

  The longing / For a familiar touch / A happy face. / To be a part of it / Them, not it / Because I am not like them / A light heart / A light be…

  Written on the train just before, taken from excerpts of stories told by friends of friends, and friends, and friends of friends of friends about life. Most likely about being a teenager so I’m just trying to understand it myself! Took me from North Melbourne to Oak Park. xx

• Melenia's Passing
  by mtda

  The rear wheels slid out and the car spun in circles, blue paint against swirling white.

  For Melenia Bierworth

• Cigarrettes and Teenage Love Interests
  by starbunny

  She heard the door swish open and saw him in her peripheral vision. He took out a cigarette and searched through his pockets for a…

  A story I wrote at a writing workshop in high school.