By Lina, TIWP Student For a second, I thought they could actually see me.That the stars were gazing down at me in quiet anticipation, as though they had mailed me a gift I had not yet learned how to open.I was never one to presume the universe was aligning itself for me. I never believed […]
Tending the Fire
By Zara, TIWP Student For a second,I thought they could actually see me.And then I remembered that they don’t care enough to look.For a second,I thought they could actually hear me.And then I remembered that they don’t care enough to listen.But they should.Open your eyes to this monstrosity,let your ears ring with the horror.We are […]
Closure
By Kristen, TIWP Student Inspired by: Pylon and In Motion by beabadoobee Closure is a funny feeling.It’s not quite acceptance.more like the swirling of rainwaterin a storm drain on the side of the roadafter a heavy, turbulent downpour.Not the ending you wanted,but the one you knew was coming.Bittersweet in nature,like a car ride home after […]
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
