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 […]
A Normalization of Misogyny
By Rose U., TIWP Student “That’s not gender roles, that’s just sexism.” A friend of mine said while out at lunch. Shockingly, however, this was in reference to a comment he’d made himself. Even more shocking, he had no remorse. Or is it shocking? It’s hard to tell, everything seems so normalized. Sorry, I shouldn’t […]
the girl who was afraid of everyone else & the girl who was afraid of me
By Zara Q., TIWP Student I think I think that I understand people.That I can meet them, sit in the same class for a few months,talk a few times.And then I get them, for the most part.I know why they do the things they do, say what they say.The people who puzzle me shock me and […]
Full Yet Starving
By Laily, TIWP Student I am full of society carving its expectations into my skin,yet starving for the freedom to exist in my own body. I am full of every day feeling like a raceyet starving to let go of the “doing” andlearn how to just be. I am full of reading every room, absorbing […]
Silence
By Harper Ripsteen, TIWP Student Silence is always lurking. Lurking behind footsteps, conversations, and the voices in our heads. Lurking behind the barking of a dog, a timer going off, or your next-door neighbors annoyingly loud construction work. We can’t control the noises around us, so can true silence ever be achieved? Are we as […]
Helium
By Katelyn H., TIWP Student “You are my breath, the air that keeps me alive…” — ENHYPHEN The crowd’s voices swallowed mine instantly. Thousands of light sticks glowed around me, an ocean of white and orange stretching farther than I could see. The bass rattled through the floor and up my legs. The air felt charged, […]
