The Old Times

by Ishaan Singh Sarna

Sitting idle,
sipping some coffee
& enjoying the beautiful scenery,
I suddenly thought of
you and the old days;
do you remember the days when we
walked together, hand in hand
promising each other that
this bond will never break,
promising each other that
we both will always be there for
each other;
do you remember the days when others
wished that they could have
a bond somewhat
like ours?

but now, everything’s changed;
we act like strangers,
walking past each other
locking sight
but with a locked mouth,
our inner soul
tells us not to even exchange a
though, deep inside us
we wish to speak to each other,
share the latest news,
like we did a few years ago.

I wish,
that the old times could come back:
I wish I could cry on your shoulder,
I wish I could exchange secrets,
I wish we could gossip about people,
I wish this bridge is built all over

i wish.


by Lena

we ask ourselves questions all the time,
some have easy answers,
not so much.
what’s 3+6?
who am I ?
am I straight/gay/bisexual/transgender,
some people know,
others don’t,
I don’t,
maybe you do.

Life (sad teen poem)

by Aradhna

Why is there life?
I tried to end life
I tried it with a knife
People tell me I am stupid for it
There is no one who loves me
I don’t wanna be, I want to drown in the sea
So I can die soon, I will be with the moon
My life is getting bad, I know you would feel sad
Life is not fun, I always burn in the sun
But if I die how about my son Troy?
I won’t die now, I don’t know how?
I will live again, thanks again


by Aradhna

My day
is ash gray
the night is too long
the words are wrong
there is nothing good to say

As I lay down to rest
no dreams come
it’s for the best

Daylight comes, boredom too
why must I bother to get up so soon
Could this be a better day?


by May Wooltorton

Never talk to them never go near them just ignore them.
They bully you because they are jealous of you.
They want to make you sad ,very sad.
It can happen online or in person, mostly in person.
In 2016 over 500 children and teenagers
got bullied in person.
It has happened to me over 5 times in 2017
but as I’m writing it is June in 2017.
I have a story to tell you
There is this girl called Izzy
and she keeps shouting at me
most of the time at school
and i get so upset and sad.
I hope you enjoyed my story .

A Message to Parents

by Aradhna

If you respect me
I will hear you
If you listen to me
I feel understood
If you understand me
I feel appreciated
If you appreciate me
I know I have your support
If you support me
to try new things
I feel responsible
When I am responsible
I will grow to be independent
In my independence
I will respect you and care for you
all my life
Thank you,
Your teenager

We Are Teenage Girls

by Aradhna

When we go home
our straight hair goes up in messy buns
our make-up has faded, we can take it off
the fake smile vanishes into how we really feel
our brand new shirt changes into favorite old sweaters
our skinny jeans are traded for sweat pants or pajamas
our uggs are taken off to reveal our fuzzy socks
when we come home…
you couldn’t recognize us

Nana’s House

by Kate Burton

You could go to Disneyland to meet Mickey Mouse,
Or you could go to Clayton to an average little house,
But it is not the bricks and the mortar that matter,
It’s the energy inside bubbling with laughter and chatter,
Now, you can go to Disneyland to ride on the funfair,
But there you will never meet someone who deeply cares,
Who wants to know the dreams of everyone,
Someone who at eighty five still dances and makes everything fun.
Now, you could go to Disneyland and find a top chef,
But only in this little house will you ever find the best,
And this place is called Nana’s house,
Yes, that`s right Nana’s house,
It’s a place where you will never go hungry or cold,
And a place where relationships beam between the young and the old,
Now, you could to Disneyland to meat Mickey Mouse,
Or you could go to Clayton to an average little house,
The choice is really up to you but I am no buffoon,
Me? I choose Nana’s house and I hope to see you to there soon.

Never Give Up

by Hefy

Never give up
It is you
That keeps you going
You are the one
You are the only one
That can control your feelings
Never give up
Keep going
Keep trying
And keep believing


by Bradley Broughton

Hunters hunt for wild animals,
hunters can be like cannibals,
for they are always sprinting
sometimes you see them squinting
Hunters are brave
there’s no one they won’t save
Hunters are our heroes
we should put them at number one!