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Youth Voice!

Does this not make you want to rise up? Or speak out? What do you think?

 

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YWP News: Middle School Writing Challenge, YWP Group

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Last Chance! Help us shape YWP's future!

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Civil War Rhyme

Segregation was the base of the nation

when Abraham Lincoln gave the the Emancipation Proclamation

which was a speculation that he thought would save the nation

this gave the South great consternation

to the lives of the slaves this was a justification Read more »

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Living on Ink

I wrote 

"I love you,"

on the calloused sole of my foot,

walked around,

leaving stamps behind me.

But I didn't dare to look. 

It's the affliction that I try to press

to the ground,

so it'll leave me.

But it's always at the tips of my toes.

 

I wrote

"Promise,"

on my wrist.

I worte it below the last one,

whic followed a slashed promise

that I didn't keep with myself.

A pain shot up my arm 

as I sliced the new one;

I wonder if my blood will turn purple. Read more »

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A Poem to the starvation (my battle with anorexia)

My father cried

he held in his arms 

a crumpled pile

of skin and bones

skin and bones

was all she was...

was all I was

exhausted, exhausted from the hurt that ate me from the inside out

you see I had given my body nothing to feed on

but my light, my joy, the smile in my eyes

and now it was gone

I had no more 

my heart beat like thunder booming

in a hollow shell

i spat hatred on to the floor in black oozing globs

they burned but i had nothing else to give Read more »

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Asphalt Stars

Editor's note: this piece is now being featured on vtdigger.org!

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A Poem

A poem is a place where wildness and words are united, 
Words are written or sung, and recited,

Creativity as you can see, is a common popularity

Tornadoes of swirls and craziness

Meet new words and phrases,

And sentences are freed from their cages

All of them are released unto paper,  Read more »

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Turbulence

Waiting for the wave
For the wreckage
For the hit
 
Crashing against
Unstable ground
Raucous eternity
 
The starboard railing
Dips into the blue
Casts everything
All of me
Overboard
 
The sky is illuminated
Thoughts
Unintelligible
In roaring thunder
 
Hope
But a feeble
Existence
Yet
 
When emotions
Resolved
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Remember When

I remember a girl with hair a summer’s breeze Read more »

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Books

 

Books

Learning to read is like learning how to fly

but people don’t enjoy it.

I can’t imagine why.

Books can fulfill your fantasies.

or tell you about the past

on a ship adrift in stormy seas

in a tale that will always last.

Books can teach you anything, something out of the blue. Read more »

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