By Laily Berjis, TIWP Student “Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”― Charles Bukowski Who was I, before the world told me who I should be?I was colors of freedom in the morning light.Before the mirrors reflected a version that wasn’t truly me,I was the moon with no […]

By Caroline Yelverton, TIWP Student The moon casts its gentle glow over the serene landscape,  A light wind rustling the branches of the trees nestled between the rolling hills.  Leg crossed over the other, she looks up to the starry sky and Orion’s belt stretched across it. As she slides the screen door shut a fleeting […]

By Caroline Yelverton, TIWP Student The sun wearily peaks over the skyline, its bed of darkness awaiting its descent.  Blades of grass dance against one another,  creating a gentle melody as a soft breeze flows across the hillside.  Golden poppies are sprinkled like fairy dust, tiny flecks of the leftover sunshine. A swirl of golden and […]

By Caroline Yelverton, TIWP Student The front porch whispers warnings as the door creeks and I am greeted with this house, the first place where you were ever mine. A clandestine gallery meant only for our eyes, memories etched in the walls, a silent narrative. The marble countertop is stained from the place where you […]

By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student I was brave today.I stood alongside hundreds who were that way, also.We walked Pearl Street in Boulderso quietlybut our silence spoke far louder than words could.Slowly, we flooded the streets.Surely, we held signs high.Somberly, or sadly, or sorry,This was us- this was me sayingwe won’t become afraid,not today, not again.But […]

By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student This is my No Kings battle crybecause it might be war,because it’s a war I would wageagainst him.I could write page after page,I could go out on every limb,but does my message even reach his ears?Anger is the essence of my tears,not sadness, maybe some fear.I wish I was there […]

By Giséle Anagnost, TIWP Student I come from the seeds from my parent’s trees.I come from a house filled with warm hugs and open arms.I come from relaxing days spent in the glare of the sun.I come from hour after hour spent immersed in the irresistible pull of books.I come from the refreshing and cool […]

By Harper McIntyre, TIWP Student A globe of gunmetal mesh;That encapsulates the beautiful.If that crown was not laid over these flightful creaturesWe would probably never see them again. And for I exist most naturally in this museum of Seraphim,My hands and feetcovered with my youthful wings.I am too large to slip through this meshBut I […]

By Mina Talebi, TIWP Student Boney fingers are warmer than they should beBaby, you say in your native languageLet me seep the sorrow from your neckCry all of the hardship into my hands The wind plays at a whisper of a whisperSome secret that could bring retribution and justice and you just can’t hearHeartbeats climb […]

By Mina Talebi, TIWP Student Flowers died when you didn’t come overYellow tulips holding each other, weepingI go hoarse like a desperate woman, reaching for someone who is curling to avoid meI chase you and you runObediently disgusted,Heartbreakingly afraidThere must be a sharpness in the way that I loveMud and dirt slather my laugh and […]