YWP NEWSLETTER- 8.6.18
THE WEEKLY NEWSLETTER
This is the first newletter of August!! This is MY first time making it, and I'm looking forward to selecting all the great pieces you guys create. Hope you all will enjoy viewing some great writing and photography. Remember to upload your poetry, stories, and pictures to get featured!!
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This newsletter highlights writing, audio, images and any happenings in the YWP Community. We are a small band of YWP Community Leaders who also help create Challenges, select Daily Reads, Recommended, and work for Publication. As the editors of the newsletter, our role is to bring you authors extra audience and shine and to bring you readers some special pieces of work. Please pass along this newsletter or the links to the stories to bring the authors even more viewers. Enjoy!
This week we feature the writing and images of nean_bean, Love to Write, Abriatis, mythicalquill, Drift, lwood, and Icestorm
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I saw your eyes first.
You had a little bit of grey behind them.
Your eyebrows strung together,
And your forehead knit itself into a scarf.
I think it would be orange.
“This is for me?”
As if you were surprised
That someone would take the
Time to make something for you.
I said “yes it’s for you (silly)”
Your scarf unraveled quite quickly.
You kinda bit your lip
Before you smiled.
It was a small smile.
It was only a tiny bit of light let
Through the blinds.
(Photo credit, above: mythicalquill)
by Love to Write
It was sunny the morning everything left.
The birds in the trees,
ripples on the water,
and you in your shaft of light,
dust in your short, dark hair.
We were happy,
I would have it forever.
And then, you left.
Quiet steps down the walk
and a train ticket in a worn-out
And you wrote me
but me but I never did the same.
Because who leaves without saying goodbye
(except the sun, maybe)?
And who forgets to close the door
on the way out
(except when you’re in such a big hurry
you forget who you’re leaving)?
Don't you remember who
we were together?
(Photo credit, left: Drift)
I am tired of not feeling safe.
Is it because I am a girl?
Is it because I go to high school?
Is it because I've been pressured to drink by my own family?
I do not know.
I am just tired of it.
I am tired of thirty-year-old men staring at me after a bike race once I changed into the well-fitting shirt I received.
I am tired of hearing my classmates speculate on who was most likely to bring a gun to school.
I am tired of getting messages on Facebook from my twenty-three-year-old cousin, asking me if I want to 'get shitfaced'.
I just want to feel safe in my own skin.
I don't want to stand with my arms over my chest.
I don't want to think about what would happen if someone brought a gun to school.
I don't want to block my own family online, when I know I won't see them for months.
Is it bad to want out? Out of this..torment?
My problems are just laughed at. They're not worth the anxiety they cause.
It's because I'm a kid, isn't it?
A dumb, naive, fifteen-year-old girl.
It's just my hormones, isn't it?
It's just my imagination, isn't it?
It always is.
(Photo credit, right: Drift)