Teen-Writers-Unite

Head East, They Said "Head East" for the gold and for the memories, For the familiar sun on unfamiliar pavement. For the red in the grass, The cracked concrete and broken glass "Go now" Whilst you are young and idealistic, You will never be as beautiful as pure madness, But there is no love without fire or Molotovs and motives. They said I could be a politician but I cannot cry. Now there is no more revolution and I'm not sure what sort of fool I have become. You shouldn't take advice at 3am.

''This POKéMON adeptly flies from branch to branch in trees. In a forest, no POKéMON can ever hope to catch a fleeing GROVYLE however fast they may be.''-Sapphire It's been months since me and my partner saved the world, and since I returned to the pokemon world. It was the morning but the sun wasn't out yet, the sky was still dusk with the colors of dark blue, purple, and orange coloring the sky. I sigh, sitting on the edge of Sharpedo's cliff as my heart feels so empty and lonely. I know my partner will always be there for me and i'm glad for that but my old friend Grovyle can never be there for me and i'm sad for that. Many qu

''As everyone knows, it visits peaceful regions, bringing them gifts of kindness and sweet blessings.''- Heartgold, Soulsliver, X Tomorrow was your best friend's birthday, you were so happy for her but you have a slight problem. Everyone brought a gift for the party yet you didn't which is why Togekiss is looking at you sweatdropping while you have a panic attack. ''OHNOWHATDOIDOIFIDON'THAVEAPRESENTTOMORROWSHE'SGOINGTOBESADTHEHORROR?!?'' ''Toge..togekiss'' Togekiss points at the door and opens it telling you to go outside. ''Togekiss I can't play with you now, I have to figure out what to buy!'' ''...*sigh* Togekiss!'' Togekiss shakes he

I am tired of being lonely. I am tired of being told how mean I am when those thought vome back into my head. Do they not realize that I am trying? I am trying to 'get over it'. Yeah, it took me ten years to get over this one girl in my preschool named Sarah. We moved away, and I saw her this year. But what about those who left without a warning? I am tired of the crippling feeling I get. When someone approaches me, I\I turn aggressive. But the thing is, I'm filled with joy. I'm just afraid of being hurt again, you know?

Open up your mind and see like me, Open up your plans and damn you're free, Look into my heart and you'll find love, love, love, love Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing, We're just one big family, And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved So I won't hesitate, No more, no more, It cannot wait, I'm yours And there's no need to complicate, Our time is short, This is our fate, I'm yours ~Jason Mraz, 'I'm Yours'    Was it a bad thing for her to be gay? Bisexual,even? Sarah had tried to tell her mother about how she delt more of a mental attraction to girls, whereas she had a physical attractio

Your native country, the color of you skin, hair, or eyes, Your religious and political views, Your conditions and disabilities, Your sexuality, You gender, Your line of work, They do not matter. For we are all people. What do you want, Hope for, Or wish for? Go ahead and say it, for it doesn't matter, Since we are are people. You can laugh at me, sure. Why should I care? In fact, I think I will laugh along. It is the human bond.

I want to love And to be loved. Is that to much to ask? I want to see The shining light of day And feel Little dandilions fluffs tickle my fingers I want to sing; Blissfully unaware of the harshness of tone I want to dance, Feeling wonderful in my own power Despite my lack of grace I want to learn All I can About humanity I want to know Why isolation seems To breed creativity

He was not what I was expecting. He is the safe harbor in the storm. A still rock in an avalanche. He said hello, it’s nice to meet you— But not in near so many words. His smile promised things I would not talk about, His eyes brimming with old knowledge, The sort of eyes you read about, but never find in a real face. To break him, I gave him my game face, To see those eyes turn away, Out of my soul. I gave him my I-don’t-need-anyone act, My maybe-I’ll-keep-you-maybe-I-wont attitude, And he stood there, next to me, patiently. To shake him, I showed him my scars, To see those eyes brim with pain, So he can understan

Cerberus I come with knives so I am ready fresh from my back for your ternary spine. Each head is a year I will never see again, yet I find myself allowing more to be taken. I have lain between the lion's claws and found them comforting. We both mediate between Hades or metaphors, the bark is truly worse than the bite. Twelve months and Twelve Labours later It is still working- The Gods are cruel creatures.

Sorry this is shit, I just came up with this idea...^^; _______________________________________ Levi X Reader (f/n)= First Name (l/n)= Last Name (h/c)= Hair colour (h/l)= Hair length (e/c)= Eye colour _______________________________________ Somewhere... Another failed mission. The 55th  expedition beyond the walls. Again many soldiers became Titan food. But this wasn't the only problem. There were soldiers who just "vanished". There was no blood in the area where they should've patrolled nor was there any signs of Titans or horses. Within those who disappeared there was a young woman with silky (h/l) (H/c) hair and shining (e/c)ey