Teenage-Writers

Lighting the cigarette Staring at all the couples around me thinking about what could have been The woman sashaying down the dance floor towards another man Him kissing her passionately, like nothing else matters When you have that kind of romance, nothing does Smoking the cigarette A man and woman, hands entwined, make their way into the bar An elegant ring sits on her finger and one on his as well They don't make a move to kiss, but they don't need to You can tell their in love anyways Ordering the drink Two men are sitting at the back booth Their smiling at each other, hands openly held across the table People stare and they don't seem

Distant bowls Overflowing With shards of White lace. They’d have attached A harlequin’s mask To the tissue of moonlight And made it a golem, If they only could. No matter how many Layers of gloves You wear – the lace Will always touch Your silken skin. Somehow You’ll always feel Like being sheltered By the eternal number 28 and the golem’s Cold gold.

Music floods his veins taking his calm eyes by storm pulsing violently beneath the surface of his skin I dare not touch him I dare not even touch him for fear that that electric force will rip through my own body for a split second leaving me static unable to move before hurdling me into the unknown But the very air around him crackles and hums dangerously with energy a swarm of bees And his fingertips brush against mine a light touch deliberate or inadvertent, I know not. And I'm paralyzed I cannot pull away— His fingertips brush against mine, hesitantly strum, as over uncertain guitar strings in tune with nothing but themselves.

    CHAPTER I    I never expected something like this to happen… Who would think about it, anyway? I was old enough to know that I will never become a Pokémon trainer. It was just games, entertainment. That universe didn’t exist really.    At least I used to think so.    I woke up unaware yet of anything that was going to happen and still sleepy, so I didn’t even open my eyes. The first thing that alarmed me was the bed – mine was coming into contact with the wall but this – wasn’t! Anxious, I jumped up to notice that the entire room looked unfamiliar. I mean… It did looked familiar but cer

The light of Jase’s phone screen hurt his eyes as he read the text. Lex’ pleading words illuminated in the dark room of his apartment, she had canceled their movie night to venture off with a new boy toy yet again. He sent a text back saying he was tired anyway to play it off like he didn’t care, then he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. He envisioned a night like tonight exactly a week from now, where she would be broken down and crying into his arms about lost lovers and assholes. The worst of it all would be that she will be completely oblivious and uninterested in his advances. So blind, so fucking blind. Jase, a

Adonis City Police Station 65℉ 4:37 p.m. November 19th    Loud clamoring had filled the precinct. That day, of all days, was particularly one of its busiest. Here, he sits in a corner to himself. Not at a desk, not in lobby seat, but in a cell. The sounds were drowned; left wondering if he'd gone deaf. He had been staring at the ceiling for the longest of time. He began to notice the cracks, wondering how such an old place could still be standing.    He wondered how things went so wrong, and how he was the one to suffer- the one left to bleed. Vandalism, of all things. It's as if he started to see his own cracks. The gaps in between

At the start of the world He stared into my eyes And into my soul He glared at other guys And called them a**holes He showered me in gifts And drew me while I slept He always made promises That he then never kept He stared at other girls And that almost made me hurl I couldn't stand this boy His eyes always a glaze And he always says "Don't worry, I'll always come back." "Back to the brains that you lack?" I answer with a snarl As he went on a "bowling trip" with Carl He slept around town And away he went Slipping and sliding On ways that were bent He didn't love me And he never would I didn't love him either And I don't think I could He wa