Tags : adulthood

No Longer a Child

No Longer a Child

A Poem by marielondon


This is a poem I wrote for English class about a blanket a always slept with growing up. Nothing too deep, just some memories.
Childhood Into Adulthood no return

Childhood Into Adulthood no return

A Poem by imagination101


A young boy cannot wait to grow older!
A Boy's Will

A Boy's Will

A Story by Daniel Affsprung


This wasn't inspired by the poem "My Lost Youth" by Longfellow, but about halfway through writing this, i realized how well it fit. Read that too, and..
The drama inside

The drama inside

A Poem by BeyondMySelf


I'm running fastI'm heading forward,trying to fit and keep the pace with adult life..Deceiving my selfconvincing itselfto accept things that it does n..
I Came To

I Came To

A Poem by Ebits


Finding out that a respected, influential figure in your life is not the kind of person that you grew up believing them to be...
It Gets Better

It Gets Better

A Poem by ericdeben


About growing up too fast.
Blue Carpet

Blue Carpet

A Story by YouoweYoupay


a sharp sensation made me flinch in a yelp.
The Earth Comes Reeling, The Curtain Calls My Name!

The Earth Comes Reeling, The Curtain Calls My Name..

A Poem by AHHHHHHHH! Heath.


I force myself to write late at night,I deceive myself in thinking it’s when I write the best.So many thoughts race through my mind,So many lies..
The Star Blanket

The Star Blanket

A Story by Amber "Victoriomantic" Ha..


A new father reflects on the birth of his son
The bed sheets

The bed sheets

A Story by Diana Christina


"The bed sheets saw Cambry grow up like voyeurs and wallflowers: masochistically and sadistically."
Shadow People

Shadow People

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


From time to time I see these things but don't know what exactly they are
The Art of Manliness

The Art of Manliness

A Story by NoelleRash


A short story about fighting and life
Clipped Wings

Clipped Wings

A Story by Kenneth L. Hamilton


As we grow older, the world begins to lose some of the magic we once loved. Sometimes, it's good to hold on to those childhood dreams.
Woods

Woods

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


I ran in the woods, came home, and wrote about it.

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