By Zara, TIWP Student Sometimes I function as nothing more than a camera lens. The image is captured with the fluttering of a flash and a click. Pictures are developed in a dimly lit red room. They are hung on a fraying string, blowing softly from the gusts of breath. They develop overtime; the lighting […]
Warrior Worrier
By Zara, TIWP Student We are simplerun downtragic accidentally absolutely present. We are the creative genius behind the automobileand the scythes come to execute the believers. We are sheep that believe they are shepherds,the artist that draws inside the lines formed by the imprint of our fingernails. We are blooddripping from the rooftopand rain running down […]
The Strength of a Writer
By Lina, TIWP Student It is too difficult to write flawless poetryor words that encapsulate exactly what the mind speaks.The psyche is too profound to be consummately represented on paper.Yet in a world that praises masks to hide our passions behindwe must write our emotions into existence.We must let the world make a spectacle of […]
Tears
By Aggie, TIWP Student There is nothing more heartbreaking than when a man cries. His solid exterior crumbles with quiet sobs. His head shakes in his palms. His gasps whistle through the gaps between his knuckles, which work futilely to smother the horrible sound. The mountain quakes. Everything is in despair. The man is broken. […]
Thirteen Things I’ve Got to Be Angry At
By Aggie, TIWP Student I don’t know what to feel angry about. When I try to think of something to be angry about, I think only of myself. What have I done to aid the world that crumbles around me? Yes, I am angry at those men on TV who wave their hands idiotically and […]
My Rooted Family
By Stella V. TIWP Student Each person has their own stamp,their fingerprints woven into the skinjust like trees, strong and older,each ring of the rough tree bending with stories. Reaching high, intertwining in the skyproviding a canopy of safety,we run and play under ituntil we grow tall like the trees. Hair rooted to our headour […]
Spring Poem
By Zara Q., TIWP Student My English summer reading tells me,“Every good poet needs a good spring poem,”then goes on to say there’s no way to make them original,and therefore their captivation to the audience has ceased to be nothing,and I guess poetry is dead. So tell mewhy are we assigning value to a poem?Why […]
In Our Bones
By Laily, TIWP Student There is a memory stored in our bonesbefore we ever learned to explain it.We feel a disconnection when we pull away,when we step out of the living pulse of the worldand try to survive inside plastic wrappers and fragile bubbles.We forget that we are not observers looking in from the outside. […]
When I Was Free
By Aggie, TIWP Student I was free when I was younger, so I sometimes hate my past. I sit sometimes atop my bed, my high thrown, and look down upon my past. A phone in hand, I open the photos app. I am exhausted from a day of being someone older than I feel, so […]
The Art of Content & the Content of Art
By Katelyn H., TIWP Student Art asks nothing from you except your presence. Content asks for your attention, your click, your next second. Art can wait in silence for years and still arrive exactly when it’s needed. Content expires by morning, buried beneath something newer, louder, faster. Art is a conversation with eternity. Content is […]
The Intuitive Voice 