By Caroline Hesby, TIWP Student Change rides the wind like a wave.It washes over your sinking bodygrowing to a white cap thenretreating to a ripplebut always swirling around your soul. Do I hurt more to curl up safely in my youth or do I hurt more to shed my withered skin and leave all I’ve known behind?The […]
By Olivia Tiffin, TIWP Student Gods he loved this part. A fragile flame flickered as the walls set ablaze.And he smiled.A cruel, distasteful, bitter smile.He loved his city. His empire.And yet he loved it more when its buildings and walls, smoldering, lit by the red and golden flames.And as he stood over it, a tune […]
By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student ~ To my dear friend ~ Vulnerability.Something hard, something that’s locked safe inside of yourself,something that you feel is yours to keep,and no one else’s to be known. When you share your scar,(not the one on your arm,the one in your head),and when you are braveand your vulnerability is let out,they […]
By Olivia Uzuncan, TIWP Student I hope for success. I hope for contentment. I hope for happiness in all realms of my life. I believe in equality. I believe in love. I believe in optimism. I believe in having a soulmate. I believe in trusting the process. I know I am strong. I know I […]
By Emma Hudak, TIWP Student I wish I lived in the 1800’s. Back when young women got to sit at home and knit without a care in the world. Riding horses on the French countryside with a sister and talking about tonight’s ball. Staying up all night, writing by candlelight. No homework. Picnics in the […]
By Caroline Hesby, TIWP Student all humans tread on Earth’s floor ready to give or ready to take buther soft hand leaves seeds in her footsteps and the wild grassgrows in her path. When the world sprouted its first buds it placed an oak sapling in her bed, and when she woke she tucked it into […]
By Caroline Hesby, TIWP Student jeweled eyes with pointed nosesor rounded cheeksknuckled hands or swollen fingersswarmed bodies, a low chatter the feminine nature to nurture,to understandto brush another’s hair, to wipeanother’s tearsto embrace with arms or words squeezing next to each other on bus benches, nuzzled like birds intoeach other’s wingssharp eyes scanning for threatas the […]
By Lucy Fox, TIWP Student Rope ensnares me,Caught in a fisherman’s net,Gray ocean,Gray eyes,At this point,I would take fire or water,I could,I would,Take all the candles,Imagine,The feeling of burning,Maybe you need to imagine,Not me,Fire,It twirls around,Climbing my skirt,A desperate plea for attention,I would do anything for you,Please,Please,Notice me,How pretty I must look,How would I look […]
By Genet Dutto, TIWP Student The wooden table,filled with cracks of spilled memories,the marks and scratchesof play-fights and mayhem,the distorted goops of glue which we trace,the mistakes we turn into art,the lovable drawings,figures we createto fill up the imagination,the table of artthat holds the truthof what we seek in life.
By Aly Kirke, TIWP Student Sometimes it’s okay to give up. When you keep trying over and over, breaking yourself more and more with each try, it’s okay to stop. What matters is that you tried. You don’t have to kill yourself trying to get there. I wish people taught their kids that.