Shadow studied her. Only fourteen. Barely an adolescent. How could her kidnapper have done what he did? Snatched her from her home and tortured her?
She realized she was being stared at and said, “What?”
He relaxed. “Listen. You’re going to be fine. You don’t have to worry.”
709
I myself am an adolescent, this is why I spell it wrong frequently. I am young and seeking knowledge and wisdom from my elders. Spiritually and mentally our knowledge grows, as does our physical form.The problem is, how do we stay adolescents?
Kaelin
I cannot map the times that they have said that we are but adolescents
that we know nothing, and are here for little, good for nothing
Ha I say
Hay I say
There is no good for them that cannot see the future
Oh boy they always told me I should reach that, to be more serious, to be more observant. But when I see those adolescent ones i cant keep myself to think that they are complete fools in their maturity. Trying to replace with booze, cigars or drugs something they have lost long time ago, something they only but remember that was here, like a memory of a fleeting dream. So its better to stand aside and watch the ones whom call themselves “Adolescent”
So insecure, trying to figure it all out. Building ourselves, but misunderstood even if we’ve all been there. Innovative, definitely worth listening to, undervalued.
Ema
there is nothing more confusing than being an adolescent. The most difficult is that things are constantly changing. Sometimes they don’t even stay the same for a day. In these conditions, i find it really stupid when teens ask themselves why their friendships rarely last. It is obvious that as they and their friends are constantly changing, their interests and opinions will also change and they might not get along that well anymore. This is one of the most natural phenomenons of life, as, in life, people always come and go.
AnaidSkylight
In her opinion her boss always acted like a adolescent. One day he came into the office and she him and laughed. The scene was so kafkaesque. He actually had turned into an adolescent overnight.
Being an adolescent is hard. You’re simply just angry and horny all the time. I heard someone say recently that musicians only write about 1 of 2 things, being angry or horny or about a time that they were angry or horny i.e. an adolescent
cian
We must expect much from our youth when they reach their adolescent age. Those who have learn to do right and reason without discrimination, in time will develop the right aptitude to be focus in going forward to build a firm foundation.
Self-awareness as an adolescent is almost like a foreign thought or meditative ability that doesn’t come naturally. Then again, sometimes that feeling never goes away.
When I was an adolescent, I ran away quite often. Most times it was just so I could be outside for a while, since my mom would mainly just ground me as a way of punishment. It caused me to be quite comfortable with not socializing and staying in. Well, it contributed, a lot of that was also just from being my father’s daughter.
Adolescent I like to write about adolescents, something about the place they are in at this time in their life. My own adolsecent time was not all that interesting. I have trouble remembering it. I remembering it.
Adolescent. That’s all he was, all he would ever be. He didn’t want to get caught, to get stuck in the Program, but he did. It was completely his fault. He had no one to blame. That was the worst part. He was caught while helping a couple of kids. He couldn’t even blame them.
thoughts of skimming the surface
but i’d be getting too deep
the words wash over us
wind and rain furtive glances cheap
lost in a moment a second
a stitch in time
hands trembling like shaking and a leaf
to leave or to never be
adolescent come back to me
adolescent wrongs to write and need
matt m
i stared at this word for longer than any other and still can’t find the right phrases to sum up all the confusion. maybe because i still am one.
Laura s
Learned or not, Man repeats
Mistakes in history and…
Stays adolescent
– Haiku-man
haiku-man
It was all too much, too soon. Her adolescent brain, developing as it was, just couldn’t handle the responsibility thrust so suddenly upon her shoulders.
Personal pleasure
pursued by most in excess
is adolescent.
haiku-man
She blamed it on adolescence but I was pretty sure it was just me, uncovering and securing my place and personality for the rest of my life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m feisty. I know I can be irrational in the pursuit of making others happy. I made quick decisions. But it wasn’t hormones, I constantly told my mother, it was just me. And she could either love it or not. I could not and would not change who I was for the world. Staying under the radar was her main concern but I didn’t care about sticking my neck out a little. Staying true to myself was it.
Caroline
The young adolescent boy walked down the sidewalk leading to his house. As he walked, he thought of what he did that day in school. What happened with Sarah. He sighed, bowed his head, and continued walking.
Paul Tilley
Years creep forward, much too fast once you start to realize they’re running off. By that point it’s too late. Too late to take back the screaming matches and surly days. By that point, it’s hard enough to try to act like the adult you’re supposed to be.
“You have a choice,” the voice boomed loud in his ears, “to stay in this time and live as you are, or to be reborn with your memories and choose new life paths based on the knowledges gained in this past life.”
Stewart stumbled to a wall, pushing against it with his upper back.
Shadow studied her. Only fourteen. Barely an adolescent. How could her kidnapper have done what he did? Snatched her from her home and tortured her?
She realized she was being stared at and said, “What?”
He relaxed. “Listen. You’re going to be fine. You don’t have to worry.”
I myself am an adolescent, this is why I spell it wrong frequently. I am young and seeking knowledge and wisdom from my elders. Spiritually and mentally our knowledge grows, as does our physical form.The problem is, how do we stay adolescents?
I cannot map the times that they have said that we are but adolescents
that we know nothing, and are here for little, good for nothing
Ha I say
Hay I say
There is no good for them that cannot see the future
Oh boy they always told me I should reach that, to be more serious, to be more observant. But when I see those adolescent ones i cant keep myself to think that they are complete fools in their maturity. Trying to replace with booze, cigars or drugs something they have lost long time ago, something they only but remember that was here, like a memory of a fleeting dream. So its better to stand aside and watch the ones whom call themselves “Adolescent”
So insecure, trying to figure it all out. Building ourselves, but misunderstood even if we’ve all been there. Innovative, definitely worth listening to, undervalued.
there is nothing more confusing than being an adolescent. The most difficult is that things are constantly changing. Sometimes they don’t even stay the same for a day. In these conditions, i find it really stupid when teens ask themselves why their friendships rarely last. It is obvious that as they and their friends are constantly changing, their interests and opinions will also change and they might not get along that well anymore. This is one of the most natural phenomenons of life, as, in life, people always come and go.
In her opinion her boss always acted like a adolescent. One day he came into the office and she him and laughed. The scene was so kafkaesque. He actually had turned into an adolescent overnight.
Being an adolescent is hard. You’re simply just angry and horny all the time. I heard someone say recently that musicians only write about 1 of 2 things, being angry or horny or about a time that they were angry or horny i.e. an adolescent
We must expect much from our youth when they reach their adolescent age. Those who have learn to do right and reason without discrimination, in time will develop the right aptitude to be focus in going forward to build a firm foundation.
Self-awareness as an adolescent is almost like a foreign thought or meditative ability that doesn’t come naturally. Then again, sometimes that feeling never goes away.
a dole lessened
When I was an adolescent, I ran away quite often. Most times it was just so I could be outside for a while, since my mom would mainly just ground me as a way of punishment. It caused me to be quite comfortable with not socializing and staying in. Well, it contributed, a lot of that was also just from being my father’s daughter.
Adolescent I like to write about adolescents, something about the place they are in at this time in their life. My own adolsecent time was not all that interesting. I have trouble remembering it. I remembering it.
Adolescent. That’s all he was, all he would ever be. He didn’t want to get caught, to get stuck in the Program, but he did. It was completely his fault. He had no one to blame. That was the worst part. He was caught while helping a couple of kids. He couldn’t even blame them.
thoughts of skimming the surface
but i’d be getting too deep
the words wash over us
wind and rain furtive glances cheap
lost in a moment a second
a stitch in time
hands trembling like shaking and a leaf
to leave or to never be
adolescent come back to me
adolescent wrongs to write and need
i stared at this word for longer than any other and still can’t find the right phrases to sum up all the confusion. maybe because i still am one.
Learned or not, Man repeats
Mistakes in history and…
Stays adolescent
– Haiku-man
It was all too much, too soon. Her adolescent brain, developing as it was, just couldn’t handle the responsibility thrust so suddenly upon her shoulders.
Personal pleasure
pursued by most in excess
is adolescent.
She blamed it on adolescence but I was pretty sure it was just me, uncovering and securing my place and personality for the rest of my life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m feisty. I know I can be irrational in the pursuit of making others happy. I made quick decisions. But it wasn’t hormones, I constantly told my mother, it was just me. And she could either love it or not. I could not and would not change who I was for the world. Staying under the radar was her main concern but I didn’t care about sticking my neck out a little. Staying true to myself was it.
The young adolescent boy walked down the sidewalk leading to his house. As he walked, he thought of what he did that day in school. What happened with Sarah. He sighed, bowed his head, and continued walking.
Years creep forward, much too fast once you start to realize they’re running off. By that point it’s too late. Too late to take back the screaming matches and surly days. By that point, it’s hard enough to try to act like the adult you’re supposed to be.
“You have a choice,” the voice boomed loud in his ears, “to stay in this time and live as you are, or to be reborn with your memories and choose new life paths based on the knowledges gained in this past life.”
Stewart stumbled to a wall, pushing against it with his upper back.