Friday, August 7, 2009

Calling teenage writers, readers, and artists!


About them:"We offer teenagers the opportunity to publish their creative work and opinions on the issues that affect their lives - everything from love and family to teen smoking and community service. Hundreds of thousands of students have submitted their work to us and we have published more than 25,000 teens since 1989.

The Young Authors Foundation, Inc. is a nonprofit organization that supports all Teen Ink publications. The foundation is devoted to helping teens share their own voices, while developing reading, writing, creative and critical-thinking skills. All proceeds from the print magazine, website and Teen Ink books are used exclusively for charitable and educational purposes to further our goal."

A little fact: Teen Ink is the nation's largest print magazine written entirely by teens for teens.

What is it to me? If your art work, poems or stories, or book reviews are published in the TeenInk magazine, you will receive a small reward: a wooden pencil, a TeenInk notepad, and a certicate of achievement. But teens read your work all over the country!

A cool fact: If you submit your work online, you'll be able to see how many people have viewed your work, rated it and commented on it. You'll also be able to create an online profile of yourself and share work with friends.

How do I know if this is legitimate? My local library subscribes to this magazine and I love looking at other teenagers' writing and art. If you could take my word for it, it is a great magazine and completely legitimate. If you can't take my word for it, just sign up to receive a free sample of an issue here!

What if I don't get published in the magazine? If you don't get published in the magazine, you might still get published in TeenInk Raw, the unedited part of the website where you can read, rate, and comment on other people's work while they can do the same for yours.

There is no limit on how much you can submit. So go write, read, and draw! TeenInk will be there.


REPOST FROM READING TO MYSELF

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Waiting ..


This is a poem neve and me wrote ... I found it wonderful not just the poem but also that I wrote it with my sweet Nevey ...
neve, thank you for sharing me this beautiful moments and thank you for being neveen and my friend ...
..."you are like the golden dust in the air that's gives me insperatioin"...


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I am Waitting for your touch to bring me Back to life..
With this blue dark rose, im waiting for you ...
With this bloody tears and my broken heart,
With each single breath, im waiting for you ...

With the memories of each Breath I Breath...
With my Heart on my palm...
With yearning for your air to breath.. I am waiting

With everyday i wait for you,
I imagin that you standing on my door ...
"knock knock" is that you? ...
And it's like yesterday, it's just the empty way ...
With everyday i wait for you,
I dream of you kissing me and sway ...

With Every tear drop I wait ..
With every Wind touching my face ..
I pray that you return to me ...

Under the silver moon we used to kiss...
With evey ray of the sun .. I send you a bless...
Be safe for me... be the man I always knew...
I love you... Come back to me...

You left me to the darkeness ...
You left me to the loneliness ...
Your face visits me only in my dreams ...
My life became always in fall
And my heart is bleeding through my tears ...
With all this, Im waiting for you ...

Waitting is a sweet glass of sorrow I drunk...
Waiting is a old window with a view and ghost of picture in my head ...
And with all of this, Im still waiting for you ...

Nour & Neveen
25/10/2008, sat.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Haunted (A Poem)

This is a poem I have wrote to get me back into the writing zone;
A poem to keep away the darkest side of the soul...

Haunted
Now hidden names; Fiery place.Haunted night’s; what you feared in the past.
Keeping away in the darkness; grown to be monster.
You meant to ran away; from this time to now where.
You can not hide the voice called, there is no running away.
Now all what you feared facing you; guilt is a worm eating you.
Deep down your soul you know; you are so corrupted- there is no time to redo.
Is it too late you asked? Am I so weak?
You wondered.I have this fears with lights in my soul shall burn the shadows and make me whole.
I am stronger with my faith; I had none but now I am faith.
I shall hunt my monsters and death shall be upon them not me.
I am not sinful but mistaken; misguided and been weaken but now I know; fear is nothing comparing to what I feel inside me.
I have the power of it all; I have the power to let it go.I
shall fight them till the end; I shall win this war.