By Isabella G., TIWP Student I’m still daydreaming my reality into being. I am asking the fates up above to weave a truth for me that I can cherish.  I am anxious to learn how it will shape me. I am anxious to embrace it because I know it will be filled with highs and […]

By Isabella G., TIWP Student I would like more Patience, please. If you could leave it in a box on my doorstep I will open it when I get home from school. It doesn’t need to be wrapped in a bow or come with a card. I don’t think I’m asking for much. I would […]

By Julia Lima, TIWP Student she decided to rebirth herself she started with her body she stripped off the rubbery layer of skin from her loose limbs she peeled off her wounds her scars her souvenirs next she moved to her heart she scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until the thick layer of dust had […]

By Ryann Drue, TIWP Student Woman. A word I believe to hold a vast spectrum of dignity and pride. A word that does not stand beside but engulfs the true meaning of what it is to be strong, to be powerful. A word I believe to hold the fierce beauty of a glowing fire. But […]

By Ashley Larson, TIWP Student Guns. Guns on land. Guns of different brands. Gun that are small and guns that are grand. Guns for hands. Guns hidden in the Florida sand. Guns still aren’t banned. Fire away mentally ill renegades. Fire on this day. Fire at school today. Fire through the lung’s airway. Fire at […]

By Julia Lima, TIWP Student a slut. a whore. a prude. a bore. one man, two men, three men, four. sexualization and hate galore! you can’t shame here, you can’t shame there, you can’t shame her anywhere! short skirt, long skirt, no skirt at all, small girl, thin girl, wide girl, tall, in the car, […]

By Ryann Drue, TIWP Student his only regret was burning all the mirrors, not for him to admire his facade in them but because he felt alone now. he felt comfort at the bottom of a swimming pool, open eyes and closed lungs, holding his breath for the girl that would never do the same […]

By Ryann Drue, TIWP Student his smile and his crooked teeth, his blue eyes and the mystery beneath, has me ever so dazed in the hazed land of love. his lips and his touch remain on my skin, like the sweet tattoos that let me know how he’s been. his laugh and his humor something […]

By Ryann Drue, TIWP Student she was the maiden of the land. the angel of the clouds. the white stallion of the rest. she roamed the fields and flew high above the youthful rivers and streams. she could not be silenced. her roar shattered hearts and shot arrows of spades.