A simple guide to how teens talk
Here is a quick list of phrases to know when conversing with a teen.
I've found that many of my slightly "older" friends need a translator when they are out or seeing something a teen sent. This is basically my second language....If I didn't have to take Spanish, I'd take teen and get an A. If there are any other terms that you want defined, leave a comment!
i'm shook
shocked. eg. OMG that movie was so crazy, i'm shook!!
its lit
1) really cool or fun 2) under the influence
eg. The party last night was LIT bro!
fam
close friends, homies
eg. What up fam!
deadass
seriously
eg. i ain't lying bro, I'm deadass
can’t even
too ridiculous.....
eg. Bro, I can't even.....
bye felicia
just leave. NOW
eg. "hey guys i'm leaving" "bye felicia!"
Use this in your teen dialogue for stories! Lately I've been reading a lot of YA and the type of teens written in the books are just not relatable. Teens today text. They use this slang.
This is how teens today talk. Watch some Jake Paul or something and you'll hear all of these like 100x
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Why?
I don't know why
All I know is I have
I guess it would be understandable
If I just decided to leave
Understandable, but not approved of
With the seizing
And the stolen moments
Moments gone forever
They would understand
At least I think they would
Maybe they wouldn't
They haven't gone through it
Haven't felt the pain
All the pain I feel inside
They try to understand
But they never can
What would happen if I did it?
If I just ended it?
I would go Home
To the One awaiting me
Maybe that's part of the call
But for the ones here
I think they would miss me
Maybe that's why I've kept living
best rap
Yes, hi. I'm here to rap.
Uh...yeah I'm so good that I can make my words appear just like that...I mean dat.
Aw hell naw, you gotta represent, betta recognize.
You best be trippin dawg, you gotta listen to these rhymes. Homie.
Fuck da police, I've been incarcerated so many times.
Actually that's a lie, an officer just yelled at me one time.
For cutting in line.
At Comic-Con '09.
Did you know I have a Master's degree in wireless data systems?
I also have a PhD in PIMPIN.
That's...dat's right.
All my ni**as in da house say HELL YEAH.
................
Alright, no one said it, but no problem cuz I'm a true playa.
Ok I now realize that I'm getting dirty looks from some people around me
I can assure you, I am not a racist, nor will I ever be
In fact I have lots of black friends.
I mean African Americans.
I see, you guys don't believe me.
Ni**a please.
Ok your angry stares are kinda messin with my lyrical flow right now.
Just put the guns away.
Phrases
If you are what you eat
And you put a sock in it,
And we're in the same boat
But it never left the dock
And when it rains, it pours
Everything but the kitchen sink,
Like the Ivy Leagues,
Imma make you think.
Cuz I'm off the hook
But on the fence
Fell off the wagon
But in my defense
The jury was out
And the verdict is in
From rags to riches
I'm in like Flynn
So break a leg
And bite your tongue
You can pull the plug
Cuz only the good die young
I blaze the trail
So hold your horses
Back in the saddle?
Par for the course
It's a knee-jerk [re]actions
Speak louder than words
And remember one stone
Will kill ya two birds
Delirium
He's here!
She's here!
You're here too!
Take a seat
gather round!
The feast is served!
If I give you this drink
will you sing for me?
Look at how you made her laugh!
She whispers into her tea how terrible,
terrible she looks
I'm hideous!
(crash)
The crumpets fell to the floor!
Oh dear!
He's shoving them in his mouth now!
{worms coming from his teeth?}
No!
She's kicking her feet at the dishes!
The glass, the glass it stings as you touch it, right?
The rabbit is here...
I see his bunny teeth gnawing away on...
{idontknowidontknow!}
Wait, tears on your cheeks?
Why are you crying?
{your tears burn me}
The rabbit isn't white anymore,
...redpaint.
{no! no! it's not paint, is it?}
He's leaving! He's leaving!
Oh, what to do, to do?
{Get the rabbit!}
Don't just sit there!
Don't drink the tea!
What's the voice in wind?
It's madness, I tell you, m a d n e s s.
{it's me! it's you! it's you! it's me!}
[No one is here but you]
you're me
and I'm you.
It's we
as me...
It's me
as you...
tea...
Shall I get a cup of tea for you?
Joyce of Reason
the black stuff
skirts the plump bustled bar
as growing rush of ambient noise
climbs
to deafening silence
where blood is bitumen flushed
to drowning brain
sticky tainted
stoutly stained
reminiscent of signs of legend
that fused this
infusion
No Blacks No Irish
No dogs
he sits there eyes glazed
leaning against the wild wind
anchored by deep
deep
deep
Irish route he once read
peat boggy repeated
belch
at its deepest
bled inside a strong dark pint
the black earth
awaits a settling head
as semen coloured bubbles coat
his innerspace
cloud
his storm
fecund
not of these shores
he is
not of these shores
No Blacks No Irish
No dogs
he mourns
the passing of the peaceful dark
with every taste
spits a spark
the pen goes down
to free his hand
and with every taste
he frees his hand
for testimony
the truth
the whole truth
and nothing but the truth
ink now runs
as free and black
as dying molten glass
down his convulsing throat
past freezing shoulder
to frozen heart
which will no longer hear his words
over silent dark
No Blacks No Irish
No dogs
to pen this
envy
a start
to suicide note
cadence of ghost
and a melody
listening to fluid reason
waiting
for a head to settle
welcome
to the craic whore
the opening door calls
fiddled fine fettle
we are immigrants all
Rick Dove (c) 2016
#stpatricksday
Tea Time for Maggie
Nurse, bring me my tea! Doctor, bring me some scones! I want my tea hot, bloody hot and strong! We do not have scones? Then bring me some cake! I have guests a coming and nothing to serve! Napoleon, Mr. Roosevelt and The Queen are expected, so open the gates! No, I do not want medicine, it does not taste nice, it makes me forget my hostessing rites. What is that jacket you say I should wear? It does not compliment my complexion nor match my hair. What is this room? Oh no! It will not do! There is no room for the dancing we do. I hate this decor. There is nary a lamp or even rugs on the floor! Look! Here are my guests at the door and no tea has arrived. There are no crumpets, no coffee, no pies! Where is the Fiddler? Oh, here he is! Fiddler, play a tune sweet and low. Fiddler, where is your instrument? All I see is your bow. Wait, a bow it is not, it is a needle terribly sharp. Nurse, make humble my excuses to the guests, for I do not feel well, really need rest.
A party of Mad Tea
She saw the table in a distance, in the middle of woods. A messy jumble in a beautiful clearing.
As she drew closer attracted by her own curiosity and the messy beauty she saw that she wasn't alone.
A red culry haired, purple suited, pink ribboned hatted hatter sat there with his back to her.
"Welcome." His beautiful voice surprised her. But not more than the voice, it was the maddening gleam in his eyes.
Was it the gleam of reality or was he really nuts?
He served her a cup from his batteted teapot which aprouted bunny ears on the top.
She picked the cup and the teapot changed into a bunny similarly beautifulas his master.and with a similar mad gleam in his eyes.
She kept down her cup caitiously deciding to leave.
"You can leave love, only if you answer one question."
She said quitely waiting, "Am I mad?"
She would have said yes if only she didn't hear the desperation in his beautiful voice.
"Yes. But then, all the great mimds are."
He said happy and sated as she went her way.