Teen Ink

While down my back a bead of sweat does drip, And eyes go flitting to soft carpet floor, My tongue does quake at thought of verbal slip As parent-made applause begins to roar. Letters, sharp as...

I saw you today, But you're not as I remember. Your eyes no longer sparkle, You've changed since last September. You were so full of life, Yet now you are so cold. Your...

When golden caskets horrors hold,And lead are filled with treasure,Is all that’s true that we are toldSo far away from pleasure?Harpies, Devils, Angels comeTo twist and change our fate,But...