Teen Ink

Advanced Search Results

• College
  Guide > College Essays
  call me tracing paper

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  I've always defined myself by my actions therefore I've always been an artist. I drew and I painted. I was made of pencil shavings and midnight doses of inspiration scrawled on my bookshelves and doodled on the backs of my hands. I could look, close my eyes and see whatever it was burned ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  lifetime in a moment

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  your hands were full of baby fat when I first laid eyes on your face. they grew and smelled of cologne and grass when you first placed them on my cheeks. I'd compare them to sheets and gloves and cream as you tangled them around my own and you'd smile as you said mine were like ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  sticky pearls & feathers

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  There's this echo in the air that's thick and grey and glitters in the wake of pretty girls and the not-so-silent stares you sent after them. The shots are called and we aren't on the same team anymore but there's a fluid air to the way our fingers slip and dance into opposite corner...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Dirt in the Leaves

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  We laughed in metallic tints and stroked the silky edges if eternity with sticky baby fingertips. Your hair was cornsilk and shoulder length so I let my curls grow out and braided our strands together. We were made of two month “I love you's”, river beds and pebbles, garlic cloves, poetry, ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  thick silky words

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  we wrote with only vowels and all those foul scintillating scaly words one would find in shakespear. and you cried and i slept while the sun turned milky and cascaded broken rays upon the silver hills and steaming forests till it fooled me and i thought i loved the moon. you emptied ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  left orbit

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  and like the bird i found this morning i'll lay you down in a bucket of begonias on the side of the street and hope your mother will come to spoon feed you lies that the world revolves around you. that is, until you learn to fly and realize your feathers are now too big for anyone to orbit....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  miss queen of quite a lot

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  her skin is tinted coral with eyes of azure waters and the space between her breasts is as soft and warm as pastels. i was oblivious to how she attracted you with creamy pink lips and honey dew hair she'd flit around in the back of your thunderstorm eyes behind the veil of my auburn cu...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  if only it was thundering

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  the windows are barred with the criss-crossed screen and I feel trapped – even with it open. sweet green air leaks in through the cracks and the scent of sky stained water tickles my nostrils. but a taste isn't enough, I want to drown in it, to suck it in and never have to breath out ag...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  public declaration of failure

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  i take a sip of my coffee leaving a thick red lipstick map on its rim sticky and wet like sex and blood. how did we get to this point? i'm smearing words into the shadows of my collar bones where you can see them if you kiss me there, hot breath on cold skin making us steam. until w...
• Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
  The Art of Lying

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  I believe in lying. Imagine the weight the world would have if you couldn't turn, with a flip of your hair, and refuse the truth to protect someone or hurt them. We'd perpetually be tangled in a mess of pain, bewilderment, and joy. Personally I relish the content feeling the makes me limbs fee...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  made of mud in the eyes of a god

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  the sky is bright white today with an overcast so I can't see the pearly blue you created with a single sweep of your bullet-like eyes. (they're shooting holes into my forehead.) Zeus holds a lightening bolt and uses it to shock me. as he rains down my window, pattering like little pebbles ...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  promises and a lack there of

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  I'd like to chase your thoughts as they shimmer away behind you eyelids when you blink. But in desperation I lick the rain from my cheeks and press my forehead to the wall instead. I see the knife in your back as you walk away, dribbling blood on the ground and leaving a path of lava lea...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  pits and seeds

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  oh i dreamed the waves of lovers slumber in ruins and whispers ' last night. cracked voices sliding on cracked walls, spitting, seething, negotiating, sexing and i'm infuriated. this lack of memory. a distant delinquent. chia tea sunlight bounces and gurgles in the corners, as my body fro...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  the day you died

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  Close your eyes and memorize the hairs on the back of our necks, the bump in my nose and the whistle in these eyes. Your tongue licks the ghost in front of you every time those full lips are moistened, poisoning your breath and catapulting your... insanity! profanity! There are etch...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  an airplane affair

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  you keep reoccurring in my time line and spitting glitter at my feet so i may have a pathway fit for a queen to follow. we're a broken metal frame of a burned down city building the twin towers in a single glance. twisted and welded in the wrong places so that it looks crumbled and b...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  the sky stained our fingertips

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  i don't know how this works, with a pop of the bottle and a sweet whisper of jealousy you wrapped your arm around my waist and tried to grab my hip ' ***. i let you bite my already bleeding lips and started wearing more eyeliner, more baggy clothes and stopped caring all together. the ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Corrupt

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  There are knicks in the girls’ bathroom doorknob and I imagine someone has a homicidal obsession and that is where they count their “privileged” victims. In high school they all say the universe is ours to save. But we ended up just shrugging our shoulders and pinning each other ...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  polar bear eyes

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  you are a night in the movie theater, watching scene after scene, those shooting stars you only see the tail end of, my inspiration for what color to paint my finger nails, one of those moonlit paths that glitter with faery essence, off and on, the second reason why my best friend can't look me...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  beautiful toxic virgins

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  we'd down shots of electricity and I'd lick the condensation from your lips as your eyes got bloodshot and dewy with lust. we'd dye our hair in hues of reds and golds, or onyx and azure, trimming our bangs to hide the worst side of our faces, then braid in glass beads and grape leaves. we...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  to blow my brains

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  With consecutive thoughts we'll grab the gun at once and pull the trigger, blowing sense and heartthrobs out into the velvety sunlight to curdle and burn away their sweetness pull my eyes out so I may never see how you look a little sweeter at her then at me. The phone rings and I kn...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  a crystalized memory

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  his words, like lemons, pucker and curdle the veins in her hands, shoulders and throat, swelling them into snakes that then proceed to choke her till she coughs up words that are written in tendons and purple fountain pens and they leak out between her teeth dying the seam of her lips maroon....
• Poetry > All Poetry
  to tell you this

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  I love the sound of your fingertips when you tap them on the table, next to my head to make sure I'm paying attention....
• Poetry > All Poetry
  my point of view

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  Like gods and goddesses we possess obsess and molest, till smothered flat by reality, we set our crowns down for a day and keep our imagination at bay. She screams that it's all about fairness but really it's all about her in her head. Hold her up bring her down everybody's dancing ar...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Mystic

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  I’m placing a firefly’s wing on your lips and powdering your eyelashes with butterfly dust, (so you can make the world fly) because this is reality and faeries don’t exist unless my happy ending does. But you spoke too fast – and the iridescent wing fell paper-like to the floor, w...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  shh silence

  

  By hello.peaches, Greenfield, MA

  my mother is beautiful like antique metal and dusty engagement rings. i look in her tarnished silver hand mirror and try to turn my face in search of resemblance, but the glass is freckled with age and i have mascara runs on my cheeks so i put it facedown again and draw a smile on its dus...