Teenage years
There is a beauty called cardamom time, it is green and beautiful symbol, there is a passage of time called water
When the morning's first ray of sunshine is aspersed to the earth, the rub sleepy eyes, I said goodbye to the yesterday's bleak willingly, look forward to create belong to today's elegant demeanour, I in the dorm on that a flash mirror, stretch my arms, to embrace I wake up, but the figure in the mirror, suddenly feel is so vague, confused. Am I not myself? The passage of time has forgotten me in the Courier station of youth. I am startled. Years of wheels relentless crush my youth, it has broken into a bit of wreckage, canthus also branded under the years of wrinkles. At the moment disappointment with old and interdependent. Cheeks no longer have the elasticity of youth, the body no longer flow of youthful passion, the heart no longer have youth ignorant.
By jiahuazhang4 years ago in Confessions
Youth, really very thin
It took us four years to fall in love with the land we had complained about so many times, but we had to leave at the last moment. Every year, when I see many students dragging their luggage out of the gate of the campus, I wonder why there are so many tears and regrets, until the pointer comes to this moment of our understanding:
By jiahuazhang4 years ago in Confessions
Unspoken Privilege
My earliest memory, in which I couldn't have been more than three years old, is of an unknown man getting into my mother's white Pontiac and slowly driving down our road. I was in my mother's arms, wriggling to pry myself from her grip and dash to the tiny community playground a few yards from us. I remember that it was summer and the sun was beaming into our eyes. The combination of sunlight and humidity caused a sticky film of sweat to form on my mother's skin and dampen her clothes. I don't recall her facial expression, so I couldn't tell you how she had reacted or what she truly felt in that moment. But she couldn't have been happy as she stood there, watching the man drive away in our only vehicle--never to return. Long after the white car had been driven out of sight, we stood there in silence. The typical sounds of summer echoing about the small neighborhood around us. The car had been repossessed. My parents had borrowed money on the title and never repaid the debt. Of course, I had not been aware of that then. But that had only been the first instance of my family being left utterly stranded. And unfortunately, it was not the last.
By Kansas Shelton4 years ago in Confessions
To: Gerard Bello
Dear G, I wish we could talk vibrantly again about art, creating, creativity again. You and Thuy were one of the first people to see me, to truly see me and the things I brought to this world. You saw me as an individual, separate from student or kid or whatever label that did a disservice to my whole being. And therein lies the problem, you saw me as more than a…kid. A child, really. You met me at 10, and probed me at 15. Where the boundaries got so muddled in between, I’m not sure. Maybe you both always saw me as a potential add-on to your sexual deviances, or maybe when you saw my body begin to blossom at 14 that’s when it happened.
By J M4 years ago in Confessions
Not a day goes by. Top Story - July 2022.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Not a day goes by that I wish you would have listened to me and taken that bus instead. Not a day goes by that I wish I was with you at the time of the crash. Not a day goes by that I don't mourn you. I miss your scent that perforated my nose. I miss your kisses upon my forehead. I miss the silly faces you would make when I was down. I miss you, and i still love you, and I always will. Life can be cruel, but death can be worse. Not a day goes by that I can't help but think what could have been.
By Julianne Algueseva4 years ago in Confessions
Late Night Panic
I’m eighteen and going nowhere. That’s right, currently, I am going nowhere. I feel like I’ve dug my heels into the thick and muddy dirt road of life and I can’t bring myself to put one foot in front of the other. It’s something a lot of people can relate to.
By Quintin Moore4 years ago in Confessions
Road Trip
Summer time and so far...lets just say it sucks. 17 years old and the last 3 months I've done nothing but plan my summer out, me and my boyfriend we were going to spend almost the whole summer together, and its all gone downhill. My parents are on a cruise, they really wanted me to go and who wouldn't want to go on a Caribbean cruise? This fool! He gives me butterflies and him whispering in my ear let's spend the summer together kept playing in my head over and over. I even turned down a trip to go to Florida with my bestie and friends. My parents gave me money and of course went over the rules of no parties.
By Tamika C 4 years ago in Confessions
The secret life of a teenage girl
When you look in the mirror what do you see? Growing up I saw a big brown doe-eyed girl with thin brown hair and olive skin. I felt pretty like nothing could stop me. I felt pretty because I didn't care how people looked at me, I was happy to skip along the sidewalk without a care in the world not even thinking about if my stomach was sticking out or if my shorts covered my cellulite.
By kelsey eshleman4 years ago in Confessions
Teenage Lament '94
Teenage Lament ‘94 The year was 1994. Most members of my clique, me included, were still months from turning 18. We were too young to imbibe spirits, and the pool hall we frequented disallowed minors after 9pm. Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.
By Chris Z4 years ago in Confessions
I'm alive because I saved myself.
I had a dream one night my senior year of high-school where I was watching myself from outside my body in the dream, as though I was a floating spirit. I was running late for something and the weather was terrible. It was super windy and raining hard. I took out my phone to call on older lady.
By Ashard 964 years ago in Confessions
