Angst fills those who don’t know yet what to feel, nor even do, but something must be done. The fire in the soul, the hurry in the breath and the joy and lust and loss in the eyes confirm all of the above, which never seems to be the answer on English tests.
Vanessa Abplanalps
unchanged sheets, dirty feet
exploring the backyard crack creek.
messy clothes and unwashed hair
all attempts fall away, left
barren and exposing ripped hide.
ur empty hope and sanctuary
can only sheild so much from tomorrow
summer
sunlight climbs thru the window
high branches at ur feet
the flys are not rotten yet,
the buzz, only happy speech
summer
I know it was young, but I cared for him. The blissful love of youth and adolescents. His arm around me, it was awkward, and nervous. Everything it was supposed to be. I just wanted to stop time I just wanted it be me and him for the rest of time. Just us. Adolescent.
Brooke Tuinei
There are so many things an adolescent needs to feel like an adult. The most important of them is time. To grow up it takes time to age and it takes time to learn who you really are. M
Melissa
He morosely looked at his parents, hating them. Not knowing why. He felt strange inside. Stranger on the outside. He was in conflict. His world was upside down. He felt surrounded by people who didn’t know him, didn’t understand him. He was alone, on an island, amid a tumultuous ocean
John
Hi, my name is Adailton,I’m 16 years old. I’m from Brazil, I live in Salgueiro and I’m a student of building at IF Sertão PE.
Adailton
Her adolescent years hadn’t been the best, as she recalled. She didn’t recall a lot about them, however, which seemed to indicate that her recollection was correct. Now that she was 18 — an adult! — things were bound to get better. “You can take that to the bank,” she’d assured her fellow Job’s Daughters only a few days after her birthday.
Hi, my name is Adailton, I’m a adolescent of Brazil. I’m too a student of building!
Adailton
No one puts any trust in them because they’re young. they don’t know anything right? yet we trust them to lead the world some day but for now we push them down when they think. no. when they KNOW they can make a chnage
“I don’t want to appear adolescent, but I have had enough of this. ” Then she went to her room
and stared playing David Cassidy records very loudly.
tonykeyesjapan
no one gives them any credit whatsoever because they’re too young right? they make mistakes yet we trust them to lead the world someday but we push them down the second they think they have the power to do something no the second they KNOW they have power to do something. They can stir the world and show the “wise” people what they’ve been missing. Who gives a shit how old someone is.
Andrea
He was still skinny, with his naked, adolescent face untouched by hair. Young. And altogether far too naive to fully understand what he was about to agree to do.
I was once an adolescent i thought i knew the world. I was so assured.
Now i am an adult and i am lost.
Gone is that youthful ignorance.
Replaced with cynical knowledge.
I need a way to meld the two.
To become a better person.
CaitieBug
It was an adolescent fantasy if ever I had one: save the world. And, I would have if I could have. In fact, I did try. I tried every day. I tried as hard as I could. Couldn’t do it. Eventually I grew up and let go of the fantasy. And now know it was just that, a fantasy.
being this age is so hard
i feel like i’m outgrowing my friends
i feel like i’m outgrowing my town
i feel like i’m outgrowing my house
i feel like i’m outgrowing myself
how will i get through this
when i can barely get out of bed
her demeanor was pitifully adolescent, thus everybody tended to see her as such.
alice
didn’t know but I asked and was told not an adult, or a pre-teenager.
Belinda Bates
Birth: born into the world, unwillingly and totally accepted
Death: leave the world, forgotten but celebrated
Everything in between: hell on Earth, heaven on Earth and everything else.
Nobody believes an adolescent.
I say I am in love, I am told I am too young to know what love is. I don’t mention that this feeling is like taking a bullet for another person.
I say i am depressed. They say it is hormones and i don’t know how hard life is yet. I don’t mention that I have cried myself to sleep some nights because I want to kill myself but can’t bring myself to do it.
Nobody believes an adolescent because they have forgotten their own past.
They tell me I’m an adolescent now. What does that even mean? I’m old enough to waitress, I guess. I have more chores. I’m an adolescent. So close to being all grown up. Gone, away to college. I’m so afraid. My hands shake all the time. How am I almost done growing up?
i am no longer considered an adolescent
but when i look in the mirror
i don’t see an adult
and when i’m forced to look inside myself
i don’t feel grown enough to take on the world
Troy took hold of her shoulders and shook her hard. “Shelia, pull yourself together! Stop acting like an adolescent and think for a second!”
Tears burned her brown eyes and she roughly shoved her husband away. “Troy, don’t you EVER talk to me like that again, do you hear me?! I told you already, I don’t know where I put the money! Just let me think!”
Troy backed away, regret seeping inside of him almost instantly. “I-I’m sorry.”
AJ Kenobi
i was passing a metateenage phase. i didnt know what i was doing, i’m sorry. i promise when i grow up i wont hurt people anymore..but thats also a promise which is very hard to keep.
eva
Oily skin, heavy backpacks, food particle metal mouths open and shut to let partially informed opinions flow in, out. Some wide-eyed and open eared, others cling with gecko tenacity to the walls of institutionalized thought, how we manic through the homework, welcome to the constant test, competition is everything, honor student smokes dope and doesn’t regret it. Gets caught by her little sister whose cheeks turn the color the older sister saw in her underwear for the first time three weeks ago.
moth
It was a strange feeling, knowing I was young again. Knowing that all my achieved knowledge was gone and that my body had become smaller. How had time gone by so fast? How had it raced in reverse? Adulthood had slipped away into childhood… again.
Roni Lane
Halfway between child and adult, you are in your own separate phase of growing – so many things to think about, past childhood innocence but not quite into adult power and lost with no meaning or reason
Kate
I thought teenager as a little girl meant flowery dresses and tanning in triangle bikinis. It meant beaches and alcohol, parties with wine on the air, and playing with your boyfriend’s hair. It meant waking up awkward and nude next to your best friend, and trying not to kiss your girlfriend in public, and going to the principal’s office. But here I am with tired hair and designer bags under my eyes, doing homework due two hours ago, and I don’t have my beaches yet.
it when you start to realise how shit the world really is and everyone is going through stuff but they don’t know it only gets worse and maybe we shouldn’t tell them cause then shit would really go down
Adolescent is something that has connotations of fear. Nobody wants to grow up. Nobody wants to stop being a child. But you do, eventually. You become the stereotype of a hoodied, smoking teenager who nobody trusts.
Tayyibah
Stomping angry rubber feet, the girl scowled from beneath cotton floss bangs. “I don’t wanna,” she mumbled, words catching in the holes where teeth used to grow as she turned her narrow back to the dinner table. Long lean light lounged along the worn wood of a dinner table, set with three place-mats, two plates, and one person.
“Why not?”
The words were soft with tired fondness, like worn sheets.
They attributed my anger to adolescent angst, not atypical of anyone in my age range. This sincerely scorched my psyche, and I swore to seize the moment to mindfully meddle with any messy madness that my parents improperly prescribed to me in my youthful ire. It began with a bottle of bourbon at fifteen, and I never went back.
Belinda Roddie
The hall was crowded with adolescents, pushing their way to the front in hopes of meeting their favourite music artist.
Vivian
He watched her play with the cat out in the front yard. Just an adolescent, lean, alone. He had to make sure she didn’t fall into the wrong hands again.
709
It’s painful and it’s confusing. It’s face acne mixed with raging desire mixed with crushing low self esteem. It’s what everyone wants you to do when three seconds ago someone just told you you’re not old enough to drive a car. You’re expected to know your life and everything inside of it with ten hundred people telling you your ideal.
Veronica
Being an adolescent does not make you a child or an adult. THis is a fact that was a constant annoyance to Bethany Camerenson. She felt like a child in training most days, but she was stronger than the lot of them. She just didn’t want to fight. it wasn’t her fault she was born like this.
Angst fills those who don’t know yet what to feel, nor even do, but something must be done. The fire in the soul, the hurry in the breath and the joy and lust and loss in the eyes confirm all of the above, which never seems to be the answer on English tests.
unchanged sheets, dirty feet
exploring the backyard crack creek.
messy clothes and unwashed hair
all attempts fall away, left
barren and exposing ripped hide.
ur empty hope and sanctuary
can only sheild so much from tomorrow
sunlight climbs thru the window
high branches at ur feet
the flys are not rotten yet,
the buzz, only happy speech
I know it was young, but I cared for him. The blissful love of youth and adolescents. His arm around me, it was awkward, and nervous. Everything it was supposed to be. I just wanted to stop time I just wanted it be me and him for the rest of time. Just us. Adolescent.
There are so many things an adolescent needs to feel like an adult. The most important of them is time. To grow up it takes time to age and it takes time to learn who you really are. M
He morosely looked at his parents, hating them. Not knowing why. He felt strange inside. Stranger on the outside. He was in conflict. His world was upside down. He felt surrounded by people who didn’t know him, didn’t understand him. He was alone, on an island, amid a tumultuous ocean
Hi, my name is Adailton,I’m 16 years old. I’m from Brazil, I live in Salgueiro and I’m a student of building at IF Sertão PE.
Her adolescent years hadn’t been the best, as she recalled. She didn’t recall a lot about them, however, which seemed to indicate that her recollection was correct. Now that she was 18 — an adult! — things were bound to get better. “You can take that to the bank,” she’d assured her fellow Job’s Daughters only a few days after her birthday.
Hi!
Hi, my name is Adailton, I’m a adolescent of Brazil. I’m too a student of building!
No one puts any trust in them because they’re young. they don’t know anything right? yet we trust them to lead the world some day but for now we push them down when they think. no. when they KNOW they can make a chnage
“I don’t want to appear adolescent, but I have had enough of this. ” Then she went to her room
and stared playing David Cassidy records very loudly.
no one gives them any credit whatsoever because they’re too young right? they make mistakes yet we trust them to lead the world someday but we push them down the second they think they have the power to do something no the second they KNOW they have power to do something. They can stir the world and show the “wise” people what they’ve been missing. Who gives a shit how old someone is.
He was still skinny, with his naked, adolescent face untouched by hair. Young. And altogether far too naive to fully understand what he was about to agree to do.
ur 2 cute! want 2 come over l8er? ive got sum kool new games we can play!!!!!!
I was once an adolescent i thought i knew the world. I was so assured.
Now i am an adult and i am lost.
Gone is that youthful ignorance.
Replaced with cynical knowledge.
I need a way to meld the two.
To become a better person.
It was an adolescent fantasy if ever I had one: save the world. And, I would have if I could have. In fact, I did try. I tried every day. I tried as hard as I could. Couldn’t do it. Eventually I grew up and let go of the fantasy. And now know it was just that, a fantasy.
being this age is so hard
i feel like i’m outgrowing my friends
i feel like i’m outgrowing my town
i feel like i’m outgrowing my house
i feel like i’m outgrowing myself
how will i get through this
when i can barely get out of bed
her demeanor was pitifully adolescent, thus everybody tended to see her as such.
didn’t know but I asked and was told not an adult, or a pre-teenager.
Birth: born into the world, unwillingly and totally accepted
Death: leave the world, forgotten but celebrated
Everything in between: hell on Earth, heaven on Earth and everything else.
Nobody believes an adolescent.
I say I am in love, I am told I am too young to know what love is. I don’t mention that this feeling is like taking a bullet for another person.
I say i am depressed. They say it is hormones and i don’t know how hard life is yet. I don’t mention that I have cried myself to sleep some nights because I want to kill myself but can’t bring myself to do it.
Nobody believes an adolescent because they have forgotten their own past.
They tell me I’m an adolescent now. What does that even mean? I’m old enough to waitress, I guess. I have more chores. I’m an adolescent. So close to being all grown up. Gone, away to college. I’m so afraid. My hands shake all the time. How am I almost done growing up?
i am no longer considered an adolescent
but when i look in the mirror
i don’t see an adult
and when i’m forced to look inside myself
i don’t feel grown enough to take on the world
Troy took hold of her shoulders and shook her hard. “Shelia, pull yourself together! Stop acting like an adolescent and think for a second!”
Tears burned her brown eyes and she roughly shoved her husband away. “Troy, don’t you EVER talk to me like that again, do you hear me?! I told you already, I don’t know where I put the money! Just let me think!”
Troy backed away, regret seeping inside of him almost instantly. “I-I’m sorry.”
i was passing a metateenage phase. i didnt know what i was doing, i’m sorry. i promise when i grow up i wont hurt people anymore..but thats also a promise which is very hard to keep.
Oily skin, heavy backpacks, food particle metal mouths open and shut to let partially informed opinions flow in, out. Some wide-eyed and open eared, others cling with gecko tenacity to the walls of institutionalized thought, how we manic through the homework, welcome to the constant test, competition is everything, honor student smokes dope and doesn’t regret it. Gets caught by her little sister whose cheeks turn the color the older sister saw in her underwear for the first time three weeks ago.
It was a strange feeling, knowing I was young again. Knowing that all my achieved knowledge was gone and that my body had become smaller. How had time gone by so fast? How had it raced in reverse? Adulthood had slipped away into childhood… again.
Halfway between child and adult, you are in your own separate phase of growing – so many things to think about, past childhood innocence but not quite into adult power and lost with no meaning or reason
I thought teenager as a little girl meant flowery dresses and tanning in triangle bikinis. It meant beaches and alcohol, parties with wine on the air, and playing with your boyfriend’s hair. It meant waking up awkward and nude next to your best friend, and trying not to kiss your girlfriend in public, and going to the principal’s office. But here I am with tired hair and designer bags under my eyes, doing homework due two hours ago, and I don’t have my beaches yet.
I could remember her pink tummy hanging over the edge of her diaper.
She slammed the photo album shut with a look, and then she slammed the door.
it when you start to realise how shit the world really is and everyone is going through stuff but they don’t know it only gets worse and maybe we shouldn’t tell them cause then shit would really go down
Adolescent is something that has connotations of fear. Nobody wants to grow up. Nobody wants to stop being a child. But you do, eventually. You become the stereotype of a hoodied, smoking teenager who nobody trusts.
Stomping angry rubber feet, the girl scowled from beneath cotton floss bangs. “I don’t wanna,” she mumbled, words catching in the holes where teeth used to grow as she turned her narrow back to the dinner table. Long lean light lounged along the worn wood of a dinner table, set with three place-mats, two plates, and one person.
“Why not?”
The words were soft with tired fondness, like worn sheets.
I have just spent the day with my daughters and their adolescent children. Lovely, well behaved grandchildren.
They attributed my anger to adolescent angst, not atypical of anyone in my age range. This sincerely scorched my psyche, and I swore to seize the moment to mindfully meddle with any messy madness that my parents improperly prescribed to me in my youthful ire. It began with a bottle of bourbon at fifteen, and I never went back.
The hall was crowded with adolescents, pushing their way to the front in hopes of meeting their favourite music artist.
He watched her play with the cat out in the front yard. Just an adolescent, lean, alone. He had to make sure she didn’t fall into the wrong hands again.
It’s painful and it’s confusing. It’s face acne mixed with raging desire mixed with crushing low self esteem. It’s what everyone wants you to do when three seconds ago someone just told you you’re not old enough to drive a car. You’re expected to know your life and everything inside of it with ten hundred people telling you your ideal.
Being an adolescent does not make you a child or an adult. THis is a fact that was a constant annoyance to Bethany Camerenson. She felt like a child in training most days, but she was stronger than the lot of them. She just didn’t want to fight. it wasn’t her fault she was born like this.