I’m going to learn how to drive at sixteen. I’m not sure how well that will work. I mean, I think I’ll be able to drive per say, but the getting somewhere in a decent amount of time without a gps?? Yeah, not so much. I also want to be a lifeguard at sixteen. Because then I can save kids. Won’t that be great?? Mhmmm I know, I know. But it might be fun, despite the intense 7 hour classes to learn how to save people. Yay.
The world was ending. The sky was gray with strips of purple and pink. It was extremely peaceful for the end of the world, if you ask me. The birds dare not speak and it was quiet. So I sat there, watching the sky and hearing the noise as the clock turned 2am. I turned sixteen years old.
One day i will be sixteen and I will have a party of a lifetime. i will have balloons. Friends and people I know will be invited. I will have an amazing dress. The party will be in a club with many disco lights. I will arrive with a limo, like the red carpet. Then entertain our guests with a mini concert in my house. I will be the most popular girl in the school.But my Dream Sweet sixteen will only be a dream……
i hate being 16. i seriously seriously hate being 16. teenagers are awkward and smelly and obnoxious. we have no purpous in life other than to insult cultures, insult our own, insult the world. We are a throbbing mess of a year and we waste it gossiping and poking people. what point is there? we think we own the worlkd. we think we are the shit. we think that our lives are now. and they aren’t.
Sixteen. Hah. I was just thinking sixteen. Funny, I coulda been WAAAY off and instead — I was right on the money.
“Sixteen Agnomens To Decorate His Suffix.”
I was thinking of that when the thought came to mind. And I’m really not writing anything, but I do like that chapter. It’s in a book called Procession of Inifinty.
I am making such a sour face right now. Sixteen will always make me think of sixteen year old girls, and as a result that MTV sweet sixteen show. It’s such a pile of balls.
Yet, I quite enjoyed my life while I was that age.
Together we stared at the clock. Nothing was going to stop it, nothing was going to save it, nothing was going slow down this moment. I glanced at her quickly, then decided that wasn’t enough. I looked long and sorrowfully at her, and she gazed back, tearless. Between us, the clock still ticked, unaware that we had almost forgotten it. She leaned in just as I did, closing her eyes to let one tear squeeze from the corner of her eye. The world was awaiting it’s end, and I couldn’t imagine a better way to see it out. Our lips brushed as the clock marked the last sixteen seconds of our existence. Fifteen… Fourteen…
I can not wait until I get sixteen!for my sixteenth b-day I’m having a sweet sixteen!When you get that age you can do so much more things like go to party’s,go on dates and, all different kinds of things.I also love wathching the show sixteen.
One of No Doubts best songs ever. The intro is the best part. Unfortunately she never sings it like that live. I bet it tears her vocal chords too much. July 5th, Excel Energy Center! Row 3! I’m there :)
Candles? The year when I turned sixteen? Four times four? Two time two times two times two? If I had to do anything sixteen times in a row it would be kissing.
When I was sixteen, I thought I might be pregnant, and when I learned I was not, there were no words in the English language which could describe my relief! To this day, I am glad I was not pregnant then.
Sixteen tons. That’s what it feels like when you’re around. Maybe not the deeper in debt, but you’ve definitely aged me. I can tell she is a wonderful person. But it makes me happy that she doesn’t want you. Maybe she is your sixteen tons.
I would love to be sixteen. I would love to be sixteen because I would like to get a job so I can get what ever I want. I would like to work so I can buy my self a car that I realy like. Another reason that i want to work is because I want to help pay the house and pay some bills.
Another reason I want to be sixteen is because i want to get a car and drive. I would like to drive because I can go wher ever I want. Also so I can drive myself to places I want to go to. But I want to be twenteeone so I can go anywere with out asking my parents. But I would like to be sixteen. And when im sixteen and I learn how to drive I would like to drive an acura of the year.
There are sixteen candles on the cake. There are sixteen balloon in the parlor. I have sixteen years to my life and all I can think about are those years past, those 15, 14, 13, lower and lower, those years, those events. I wish…
IT was 16 years ago today the rain fell like little hamers the clouds rolled overhead and I stood there on the hill humming softly to myself a tune from faraway times about when two lovers drift slowly by into the bright unknown together
towers rise in distant landscapes, almost mocking the lonely in their stoic, silent vigil. they look through helmeted eyes over deserts sweeping long beyond the realms of dreaming.
sixteen years since i was the size of a tiny little shrivelled lung beneath my mother’s rib cage. sixteen years ago, i was a tiny little egg, a mere smattering of cells all bunched together with all the little bits of information it needed to make itself into a human.
Sixteen birds are sitting on the telephone line, waiting for the old lady to come out with the bread.
I watch them closely, afraid that one day they might end up eating her too.
Sixteen minutes, thats the lapse of time that separate’s us from oblivion. When the bomb will detonate against my belly, you and I and everyone else will be blown into smithereens.
Sweet sixteen has never looked so sweet
as it does sitting on you.
And I bet it’s never tasted as sweet
as it lies on those pink lips.
Let me see how sweet it tastes
under the midnight stars.
Because I want to be
the one to taste
sweet sixteen’s first kiss.
Sweet sixteen. Almost perfect. Never appreciated until over. Growing up, it has really started now. My sister just turned sixteen. Hitting the road. Miss being that age. It was fucking almost perfect. And all I wanted at the time was to be older.
i remember when i was sixteen that was the time when i matured physically and on my birthday and full of pain. and i thought if this is how 16 feels i wonder how the rest of the life would be. bt turned out to be exciitng and lovely.
It had been days – she couldn’t remember exactly how many, but it was less than twenty (and more than ten, most likely) – since she’d last seen him. He’d stood above the dark, gaping mouth that had been dug into the ground, with no discernible expression, clearly intent on ignoring her.
Oh sweet sweet 16. What I’d give to rewind and live it all over again….well…I say that, but would it be the same? would I change things? certainly – all things that would drastically alter who I am and where my life is right now. But then I’d have never of learned the lessons I have in the first place – and I’d be none the wiser.
When I was sixteen I was drinking warm beer stolen from anywhere. We kept a case of flat Natural Ice under Lauren’s porch and in the summer we’d all celebrate another successful Friday by trying to choke down another Natty.
You are sixteen going on seventeen.
Rewatch that commercial for car insurance with that song.
Patrick Dempsey.. never would have guessed would you have?
I don’t remember what brand, not progressive because they have the gril with the big tricked out name tag. My cousin actually works for progressive and saysit isn’t as great as she makes it out to be!
You are sixteen going on seventeennnnn
My friend is going to have sex with her ex history teacher.
Cait’s a screen peeker.
Where’s the tasting spoon; I need to pick the lock.
=)
Oh and PS I love my roommate. (Not cunt, but caitdogggg)
SIXTEEN CANDLES ON MY BIRTHDAY CAKE AND I AINT GOT NO PLACE TO GO ….WHOA IS ME
I’m going to learn how to drive at sixteen. I’m not sure how well that will work. I mean, I think I’ll be able to drive per say, but the getting somewhere in a decent amount of time without a gps?? Yeah, not so much. I also want to be a lifeguard at sixteen. Because then I can save kids. Won’t that be great?? Mhmmm I know, I know. But it might be fun, despite the intense 7 hour classes to learn how to save people. Yay.
The world was ending. The sky was gray with strips of purple and pink. It was extremely peaceful for the end of the world, if you ask me. The birds dare not speak and it was quiet. So I sat there, watching the sky and hearing the noise as the clock turned 2am. I turned sixteen years old.
sixteen is our age, halfway to being old
it is also the age of consent and the number of questions on my last math test… what a prompt…
sixteen
what happened
oh how did you go so wrong
you started with such fresh hopes but now
your lost and gone
One day i will be sixteen and I will have a party of a lifetime. i will have balloons. Friends and people I know will be invited. I will have an amazing dress. The party will be in a club with many disco lights. I will arrive with a limo, like the red carpet. Then entertain our guests with a mini concert in my house. I will be the most popular girl in the school.But my Dream Sweet sixteen will only be a dream……
i hate being 16. i seriously seriously hate being 16. teenagers are awkward and smelly and obnoxious. we have no purpous in life other than to insult cultures, insult our own, insult the world. We are a throbbing mess of a year and we waste it gossiping and poking people. what point is there? we think we own the worlkd. we think we are the shit. we think that our lives are now. and they aren’t.
Sixteen. Hah. I was just thinking sixteen. Funny, I coulda been WAAAY off and instead — I was right on the money.
“Sixteen Agnomens To Decorate His Suffix.”
I was thinking of that when the thought came to mind. And I’m really not writing anything, but I do like that chapter. It’s in a book called Procession of Inifinty.
Also, I don’t fell sixteen a’tall.
I am making such a sour face right now. Sixteen will always make me think of sixteen year old girls, and as a result that MTV sweet sixteen show. It’s such a pile of balls.
Yet, I quite enjoyed my life while I was that age.
Together we stared at the clock. Nothing was going to stop it, nothing was going to save it, nothing was going slow down this moment. I glanced at her quickly, then decided that wasn’t enough. I looked long and sorrowfully at her, and she gazed back, tearless. Between us, the clock still ticked, unaware that we had almost forgotten it. She leaned in just as I did, closing her eyes to let one tear squeeze from the corner of her eye. The world was awaiting it’s end, and I couldn’t imagine a better way to see it out. Our lips brushed as the clock marked the last sixteen seconds of our existence. Fifteen… Fourteen…
I am sixteen years old, for crying out loud!
I can drive a car,
In two years I can smoke
(Even though sometimes I don’t wait that long.)
In five years I can drink,
But I don’t pay any attention to that rule.
Perhaps I should be 18, right here and right now.
I can not wait until I get sixteen!for my sixteenth b-day I’m having a sweet sixteen!When you get that age you can do so much more things like go to party’s,go on dates and, all different kinds of things.I also love wathching the show sixteen.
Sixteen candles, to me, meant nothing. Why sixteen? What do you get out of it?
Two years later, 18 came around, but I was likewise disappointed. Weren’t we supposed to feel older? Aren’t these our turning points?
As human beings, we like to isolate specific times, when we are mature, but we don’t mature like that.
One of No Doubts best songs ever. The intro is the best part. Unfortunately she never sings it like that live. I bet it tears her vocal chords too much. July 5th, Excel Energy Center! Row 3! I’m there :)
i am sixteen going on seventeen
sweet sixteen
so many songs for a coming of age , that isnt really recognised by anyone other than lovers
16 sixteen
Candles? The year when I turned sixteen? Four times four? Two time two times two times two? If I had to do anything sixteen times in a row it would be kissing.
I enjoy teen numbers.
When I was sixteen, I thought I might be pregnant, and when I learned I was not, there were no words in the English language which could describe my relief! To this day, I am glad I was not pregnant then.
Sixteen tons. That’s what it feels like when you’re around. Maybe not the deeper in debt, but you’ve definitely aged me. I can tell she is a wonderful person. But it makes me happy that she doesn’t want you. Maybe she is your sixteen tons.
hard to comprehend:
it’s been sixteen years since the fallen stars carved out your name in the muscles contracting sending ice and stillness through constricting vessels.
I would love to be sixteen. I would love to be sixteen because I would like to get a job so I can get what ever I want. I would like to work so I can buy my self a car that I realy like. Another reason that i want to work is because I want to help pay the house and pay some bills.
Another reason I want to be sixteen is because i want to get a car and drive. I would like to drive because I can go wher ever I want. Also so I can drive myself to places I want to go to. But I want to be twenteeone so I can go anywere with out asking my parents. But I would like to be sixteen. And when im sixteen and I learn how to drive I would like to drive an acura of the year.
There are sixteen candles on the cake. There are sixteen balloon in the parlor. I have sixteen years to my life and all I can think about are those years past, those 15, 14, 13, lower and lower, those years, those events. I wish…
I wish that it was back then again.
IT was 16 years ago today the rain fell like little hamers the clouds rolled overhead and I stood there on the hill humming softly to myself a tune from faraway times about when two lovers drift slowly by into the bright unknown together
young highschool sweet sixteen number age car license later curfew
teenager, get your licences, get a job, first date, later curfew, get into high school,
sweet sixteen, getting your license, fifteen plus one, party, birthday, 16 candles,
the girl was sweet, and shy. her face was ivory much like that of a statue. the eyes, blue frost. she is sixteen today!
towers rise in distant landscapes, almost mocking the lonely in their stoic, silent vigil. they look through helmeted eyes over deserts sweeping long beyond the realms of dreaming.
sixteen years since i was the size of a tiny little shrivelled lung beneath my mother’s rib cage. sixteen years ago, i was a tiny little egg, a mere smattering of cells all bunched together with all the little bits of information it needed to make itself into a human.
Sixteen birds are sitting on the telephone line, waiting for the old lady to come out with the bread.
I watch them closely, afraid that one day they might end up eating her too.
Sixteen minutes ago we were a couple. Now we are just angry individuals glaring at each other. Sixteen minutes and a world disappears. Eternity.
Sixteen minutes, thats the lapse of time that separate’s us from oblivion. When the bomb will detonate against my belly, you and I and everyone else will be blown into smithereens.
Sweet sixteen has never looked so sweet
as it does sitting on you.
And I bet it’s never tasted as sweet
as it lies on those pink lips.
Let me see how sweet it tastes
under the midnight stars.
Because I want to be
the one to taste
sweet sixteen’s first kiss.
Sweet sixteen. Almost perfect. Never appreciated until over. Growing up, it has really started now. My sister just turned sixteen. Hitting the road. Miss being that age. It was fucking almost perfect. And all I wanted at the time was to be older.
i remember when i was sixteen that was the time when i matured physically and on my birthday and full of pain. and i thought if this is how 16 feels i wonder how the rest of the life would be. bt turned out to be exciitng and lovely.
It had been days – she couldn’t remember exactly how many, but it was less than twenty (and more than ten, most likely) – since she’d last seen him. He’d stood above the dark, gaping mouth that had been dug into the ground, with no discernible expression, clearly intent on ignoring her.
Oh sweet sweet 16. What I’d give to rewind and live it all over again….well…I say that, but would it be the same? would I change things? certainly – all things that would drastically alter who I am and where my life is right now. But then I’d have never of learned the lessons I have in the first place – and I’d be none the wiser.
When I was sixteen I was drinking warm beer stolen from anywhere. We kept a case of flat Natural Ice under Lauren’s porch and in the summer we’d all celebrate another successful Friday by trying to choke down another Natty.
You are sixteen going on seventeen.
Rewatch that commercial for car insurance with that song.
Patrick Dempsey.. never would have guessed would you have?
I don’t remember what brand, not progressive because they have the gril with the big tricked out name tag. My cousin actually works for progressive and saysit isn’t as great as she makes it out to be!
You are sixteen going on seventeennnnn
My friend is going to have sex with her ex history teacher.
Cait’s a screen peeker.
Where’s the tasting spoon; I need to pick the lock.
=)
Oh and PS I love my roommate. (Not cunt, but caitdogggg)