Post stuff you wrote in your adolescence

darkness surround me
i can’t see my way out
i would use my flashlight
but i only brought a gun

>tfw not kidding

I'll post the first paragraphs of some.
1
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This one's actually just one long incoherent sentence.
2
>After reading the first half of the short story, I was confused. I was not sure what was happening but was certain that the story was in the mind of the man who had the bends. That made it make more sense. After finishing the book, it all made sense. Now I know all the weird things that were, like Phobos being the strange satellite.
3
>Breakfast marked what became my greatest notable event for June 19, 2xxx. This early meal, a feast which included toast and eggs, is what made the affair so great…. I awoke from my slumber at the voice of my alarm; note I’m lethargic during this. After a short period of regaining consciousness, I emerged from my bed and walked into the bathroom. I flipped the switch lying on the wall. The brightness of the restroom light blinded me.
4
>It was ten o’clock on a Monday, I had been reading a passage in Finnegans Wake: “For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Filstup. So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth thereof the. Dor.” (Joyce 20.10-18) After reading the passage, I had known what was to be achieved. Reading was to be of good books many and of bad books little; for bad books become intellectual poison. Aesthetics is what makes a good book, so I tell you to read based on aesthetics. I read books based on aesthetics, and this ritual had attained itself a merit above before. So, the writing can begin but only with a level greater.
5
>I argued with my father whether the death penalty should be implemented in correctional facilities. He made a lot of good points, and I made some good points as well. He thinks the death penalty should not be implemented. I think it should be implemented. The death penalty was a good topic for argumentation because it is one of the only ones that I could disagree on with my father.
6
>Vertigo's critical and commercial fizzle in 1958 is infamous. It was undoubtedly a harsh blow, and it is interesting to see how it affected the lives of those involved.

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>The reason I am choosing ethical egoism over the others in the “problematic” group is that it appeared to be the easiest choice for me. Writing about how ethical egoism tells a person to figure out right and wrong is simple. It is also simple to explain how it would not uphold the values of equality, fairness, and respect of self and others. Of course, I do not find ethical egoism to be of any use to myself. I chose Kant for basically the same reasons. I have already known a little bit about Kant and Hobbes before the class, and after learning more about them, I find myself to agree with Kant more than Hobbes. How Kantian ethics tells a person to figure out right and wrong is simple, as is Hobbes’s Social Contract, but I find Kant’s maxim to be more interesting. I do not find Kantian ethics to be useful.
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>Gentoo is a fast, customizable Linux distro geared towards developers and network pros. The aim of Gentoo is to have an operating system that builds all programs from source, instead of having pre-built binary packages. While this does allow for advanced speed and customizability, it means that even the barest components such as the kernel must be compiled from source. It’s known throughout the Linux community as being an abstruse operating system because of its formidable install process. The default Gentoo install boots straight to a command prompt, from which the user must manually partition the disk, download a package known as “stage 3 tarball,” extract it, and build the system up by manually installing packages. New or inept users will often not know what to do when they boot into the installer to find there’s no graphical display. Members of Veeky Forums’s /g/ board will often exaggerate the values of Gentoo, trying to trick greenhorn users into attempting to install it.
9
>Ethics are the rights and wrongs that are accepted by an individual or group. It is a branch of philosophy and has many different theories and philosophers belonging to the branch. Though there are many different theories, most have a similar standard of how one should behave. Professionalism is the skill and ethical behavior expected from a person who has trained to do well in a certain job. It is applied ethics in a field of work.
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>Thomas Young devised the double-slit experiment in 1801. The double-slit experiment showed how light had both a wave nature and a particle nature and that these natures are inseparable. So, light is said to have a dual wave-particle nature. The same is true of electrons and other quantum particles. Is the double-slit experiment the most important experiment in quantum mechanics? Richard Feynman said that the double-slit experiment was “a phenomenon which is impossible […] to explain in any classical way, and which has in it the heart of quantum mechanics.” Richard Feynman also said that this experiment could be extracted from for use in all other experiments.

user, I ... 'm proud of you

The King the Queen offer me,
The world in the hilt of a sword,
I need them not I say,
No false Gods or enchaining tribes.

The Industrialist and the Revolutionary,
Say sweat and toil will bring me the world,
But the only world I want is mine,
I draw my lines, I cut my ties, I fly my flag up high.

I wage a War no man could win,
Against the world against fate against life,
But at least I know who's on whose side,
And live not for an afterlife.

The road is lonely the bandits my only friends,
We kill and rob each other by night,
But we respect each other as we respect the road,
And we alone control our lives.

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>The premise is true, jet fuel burns at a temperature insufficient to melt steel beams; however, jet fuel’s insufficient temperature for melting steel beams does not mean 9/11 was an inside job. Experts claim the damage to the structural strength was enough to bring the towers down. 9/11 was most likely a terrorist attack.
12
>Mother remained sitting alone in her amber reclining chair staring at the tube screen. I did not find out what she scanned in her brain, and I never asked her because I cannot care less. She donned a white shirt two sizes too large; the front depicted Mickey Mouse's head in silhouette. On her left hand lied a watch, a golden timepiece that twinkled comparable to a diamond star. It was dark outside, perfect for our little moment. Why did I continue gazing upon mother listening to the television? I experienced a content nature as I stared the same as she and she endured unaware of my attentive stare so I continued. Her bright braided hair looked marvelous this early morning as the flocks waved in the fan that circled around behind her. Danced in the shadows inhabited the light from the video feed, it stayed dark in the room otherwise. I could smell her breathing and taste her perfume. Many senses of her became available for me to read, including a sense that her mind numbed.

13, last one
>The policies of affirmative action are meant to help those that were historically excluded from American society. It came from the Civil Rights Movement in the 60s and its intention was to provide equal opportunity to both women and racial minorities (10). It began on March 6, 1961 when President John F. Kennedy issued Executive Order 10925 which created the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) and mandated that projects financed with federal funds "take affirmative action" to guarantee that hiring and employment practices are free from racial and gender biases (2). According to the Department of Labor, “affirmative action must be taken by covered employers to recruit and advance qualified minorities, women, persons with disabilities, and covered veterans.” So, qualified minorities, women, persons with disabilities, and covered veterans are the people who take priority over those that are non-minority, men, able-bodied, and non-veterans (1). Although affirmative action policies may seem like a good idea, it is harmful to the people under it. There is an unhealthy bias against White Americans and Asian Americans in favor of other races and women. Affirmative action ignores the classes, which allows for the non-poor to take advantage of the race-based system. Opponents of the latter argument say the non-poor are suffering from racial issues as well, the issue here lies with the poor suffering more so than the non-poor. Having less merit-based acceptance into universities and companies causes those universities and companies to suffer. As President Kennedy mandated, the policies of affirmative action are meant to help those that were historically excluded from American society. Horace Cooper, an African American legal commentator, stated that having policies of race-conscious admission "creates more racial injustice." Cooper pointed out that the focus of concern should be substandard teaching and not gaming the processes of admission to give an advantage to minorities. In addition, he noted that policies in affirmative action target White American students for punishments that are not a result of their direct actions (11).

>Providence

The Valkyrie’s braided locks whisper, “Choose me.”Her body twists in Godly patterns. She wraps me in warmth. My neck begins to burn with her excited, ropy touch. I hold my breath expectantly. I’ll forget everything soon, lost in our love. But another arrives, sybaritic like me. Baby’s got dangerous curves and skin like ebony. The blond slithers away into obscurity; the obsidian girl approaches, we drink Chablis. I fumble with her then turn her over to me. My lips press against her chamber. She’s one to recoil with screams, I assure. Strangely enough, she always looks like a panther in motion even when still. I look at the blond girl
and think twice. The black girl’s hammer reels back. She purrs in my ear, “Choose me.”
But I can’t decide who to make it with. So I stow away the Rapunzel noose and the sable Glock, selecting the redlipstick pills instead. I’m coming God.

>no one in this thread is giving ages at time of writing
>""""""adolescence""""""
>everyone posting stuff they wrote last year in their final year of high school
shaking, just SHAKING, my goddamn head, Veeky Forums

Do all your diary entries have this miserabilist but oddly forward-looking thing going on, and if so are you me?

High schoolers are adolescent, and all the ones I posted were written during senior year because that's when I used Google Docs. Everything physical has been trashed.

Holy... I want more

That's fair and you'e right, but it's more the complete lack of ages being posted which kind of defeats the point of the thread, because it's an excuse for people to post stuff they wrote when they were 18 with a vagueness as to when they wrote it that let's them imply they wrote it when they were like 14 or 15.

i love you user

Identity is the remembered self, reflected on in order to decide how now to act; identity is to say "I do now as I have done" (and mean it). Meaningful self-improvement demands a forging of a new identity; she who finds herself in her faults will never feel herself without them; she will cling to them rather than pull the ground out from under herself. To identify oneself with one's failures is to never shirk them. "I do better", speaks the growing individual. "I've always hurt" is the coward's excuse to refrain from doing what must be done in order to keep from again hurting.

"Who I am is only who I have always been.", says the sinner.

"I decide who I am." says the redeemed one. "I was bad; now I am good." This is by conscious and deliberate choice. No internal primordial character exists within the heart of man. To be good is to be pleased by one's own goodness.

I wrote a deep and edgy poem about a hedgehog. Do not want to share.

Little poem I wrote when I was 16ish

>Darkness falleth from the air,
>All around and here and there,
>Darkness falleth from the air,
>On the tops of ol'Kildare.

Just barely qualifies, but I didn't write much for fun when I was younger -I drew. But I wrote this when I was 19, which was five years ago. It's definitely not great, but still a good payoff imo. The bracketed words act as the 'devil on your shoulder' with the added context of being a part of the MC's subconscious.

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The storm beats down,
Coating the street in turbulent moonlight,
Wind filters through the alleys,
With plastic bags and old headlines.

Down on East tenth avenue,
Sits the Federal Diner,
Among the darkened buildings,
With 24 on it’s sign.

Inside is warmth and shelter,
The rainfall just a patter,
The quietly running kitchen,
As the radio softly pines.

The furniture is old now,
Beat up and vandalized,
In the air the dance of coffee,
Sausage, eggs and bacon fried.

The patrons are few,
Sitting scattered and alone,
Swivelling anxiously barstools,
Or at tables all their own.

With solemn faces and tired eyes,
They gaze through glass and rain,
The city lights all run together,
They have found somewhere to hide.

This is where we used to come,
Our meetings in the night,
While you were waiting tables,
And I was just your ride.

We’d smoke cigarettes out back,
before we got into my car,
and we’d listen to Springsteen tapes,
as the sun rose over the shore.

when i was 18

He ponders as he sits at a sticky wobbling table in a laundromat, a flickering fluorescent bulb attracts a bloated metallic shelled fly. My ears still buzzing from a strong cup of "coffee," an overwhelming sense of distaste in relatively innocent bystanders, my expression dulled by a silly beard, the bystanders go about their laundry, speaking in private tones to hide the mutual distaste in the strangers. The magazines piled on flimsy plastic shelves promise a fount of entertainment, but at the sight of the silly young bearded man, the magazines wither into so much dust.

My eyes focus on a spot on the wall. As his focus intensifies, the spots surrounding his chosen speck vanish and waver as his eyes move in minute calculated twitches. The floor extends a hand to his drug addled mind. A veritable cornucopia of colors reverberates from within the odd bearded fellow and stitch a vivid and complex tapestry depicting a canyon in motion as the ever forceful water carves an awe inspiring divot in ancient stone.

He blinks several times to dissolve the hallucination and returns to scribbling on the back of job applications, oblivious of the tragedy, a tragedy ominous and blatantly announcing itself on the horizon littered by buildings of wood, metal, and stone. The cold retreats from his cradled torso, the bitter breeze cutting him to the quick with reckless abandon. He shivers a bit, attempting to tide the tremors with intense pressure in his lungs, driving warm healthy blood to his head and causing a familiar numbness to rapidly spread across his flesh.

He awakens with a start to find himself abandoned in the vile laundromat. He dwells, and a pouting frown spreads across the oily canvas of his face. He assumes his now absent associates returned to the bungalo. He gathers himself from the heap of desolate flesh, shed, as though it were a mere defense strategy used by his early ancestors when they were stranded in primitive loincloth washing caves by their Neanderthal peers. A quick dusting leaves him with a few strands of pubic-like hair, unfortunately at one time located on his head. He sighs and prepares himself for the trek back to the aforementioned bungalo.

Understandably, this was no easy task thanks to his defensive flesh purging. His tendons gleaming by the halogen lamps often hung to guide tourists to their untimely demise. His muscles begin experiencing damage, the likes of which very few beings have shared.

His sojourn was met with resistance in the form of an abnormally massive fire ant colony and was swiftly and efficiently deconstructed by a parade of drones. With that event the hero found himself in an odd predicament, namely, lack of a body. He hovered for a moment, shrugged and continued to the hallowed bungalo of lore. He smirks with delight as he passes through a dim-witted pedestrian, causing the poor man a monumental shock, followed by rather comical convulsions resulting in a sudden snuffing of his life.
edited

Wrote this poem way back in 2009, when I was 18. Showed it to one of my teachers in cram school and I don't remember what his criticism was, but I answered to it saying awkward innacurate things. Written at night while looking at the picture of an asian cosplayer I thought was pretty.

My youth fades
I can't have you here
Without you death's my sole wish
Because with you, dear
Obscure becomes clear

There's no imagining
How it anguishes me
As I see
Time passing
My solitude
Uncontrollably grows

And I can only see
Your delicate smile
Your fine hair
Sunset in color

In your goodness, in your tender ways
Your eyes speak to me in kind
Your lips, a honey fountain
I could not separate my haste

I refuse to believe
That here my own life
I waste myself
Only in seeing
Your innocence and beauty
And not your heart
Caress

u dun gud

bang
BANG
the darkness is gone

Etched in stone
Was my valor
No plight
Will cast me asunder