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North, South, East, West
Submitted by Samiam on Sun, 12/23/2012 - 6:07pmI'm just a daydreaming girl
with no sense of direction.
North, South, East, West;
which way is the best?
Days lie before me,
leaving me excited but still disoriented.
North, South, East, West;
backwards progress on this quest.
I fear I'll make wrong choices;
I want happiness, not regret.
North, South, East, West;
my heart aches beating through my chest.
My arrow's compass diappeared
as I lost myself in this mess.
North, South, East, West;
in what life goals will I invest?
No one's around to answer my questions
or at least give me directions.
North, South, East, West;
Wrong paths leave me second guessed.
A never ending climb
on steep, upward stairs.
North, South, East, West;
My frazzled veins prove to be stressed.
Passion dragged me like a dog
to the ground, away from what I knew.
North, South, East, West;
Playing it safe won't pass this test.
Control is an issue,
but is letting go the solution?
North, South, East, West;
Not looking before leaping, have I progressed?
Aching pressure, now I can't
start off where I left.
North, South, East, West;
Fear and worry make my time pressed.
My eyes close for me, Read more »
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and i resent you for holding on to our friendship [because i miss you]
Submitted by artisticthoughts on Sat, 11/10/2012 - 10:36pmin the months before graduation i tried my hardest to get away from you
and to make our friendship fade away into the summer, make it become
a distant memory, like smoke, that we would
look back on when we were old and smile at the memories
that were faded just enough so we weren't friends anymore, but appreciated
the existance of the other and the remaints of the memories we shared.
you wouldn't let me let our friendship slip away, instead you
held on tighter in those months before graduation (and after)
when you would make sure that i didn't distance myself from you
during the summer before you left, making sure that
we talked to each other and messaged each other and made
at least one last memory together
and i almost resent you for it.
once before i was left by someone who went to discover herself
in the big wide world and when she came back it was like
our friendship had never happened and i know that you know how i felt
because i told you one night before you left that i don't like being left behind
for that very reason because i was afraid that you would change
and that you would come back and our friendship wouldn't exist,
i hoped that if we had distance then everything would be fine in my last year of high school
before i would graduate and leave this town without any regrets
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This is a rather questionable essay I sent to one of my top-choice schools
Submitted by civilized on Sat, 11/10/2012 - 12:34am(The title says it all but I'll say it again here: I sent this essay to one of my top-choice schools whilst applying there for college. I'm not going to name the school because that feels weirdly like betrayal(?). The prompt was something along the lines of "talk about your relationship with your arch-nemesis," - so, enjoy. It gets weird fast.)
My arch-nemesis doesn’t wear a dark cape or have an evil-looking mask or even live on this plane of existence. In fact, when I imagine it, it kind of looks like me. Maybe it’s a little hunched over or cackling madly, but in a general sense, my Writer’s Block – and yes, it seems to have been designed specifically for me – looks and sounds a lot like I do. It would be disconcerting if not for the fact that I’ve always imagined the inside of my brain to have several me-looking characters running around and having jobs like Chief Rememberer and President of Idea Forming.
But my Writer’s Block is tricky. I don’t know if it solely clocks in when I need it least, or if it’s something else entirely, floating from department to department and cleverly rendering small things useless until chaos ensues. Read more »
Stripes and plaid and purple hair.
Submitted by Izziey on Mon, 01/30/2012 - 4:12pm
She walked across campus; purple wig and green striped tights and bright red lipstick and combat boots and leather jacket. The persona drew many stares, but it was not an act; just her true witchy self showing through as it occasionally did.
YWP Spoken Word Series: ALUMNI SLAM and Open Mic
Submitted by kimberlingo on Wed, 12/14/2011 - 2:03pmWelcome back, YWP Slam Poets! You've been away at college, or the Peace Corps, or traveling the world, or road-tripping around the USA and now you're home for a bit.
Take a break from your winter break and come back to YWP Headquarters to SLAM WITH US!!
Open Mic at 6
Poetry Slam at 6:30
- 2 rounds - bring 2 original poems - 3 minute time limit -
Remind us how it's done!!!
College Admissions Essay
Submitted by Qwerty on Mon, 11/14/2011 - 5:36pmThis is my college admissions essay. Written at the last minute, as my application is due tomorrow and I wrote this yesterday. Anyway. Here it is.
Once when it was November and just turned freezing cold I went outside with my orange-painted toes and stood where pavement meets grass. The grass was cold and wet; the pavement was colder. There were too many things to think about and not enough hours in the day, not enough water in the world to soak my feet for the amount of time I needed to think these thoughts. Read more »
I've Painted Your Portrait (In All the Wrong Colors)
Submitted by KaleidoscopeEyes on Tue, 09/27/2011 - 9:30pm
Dear YWP
Submitted by NonSequitur on Mon, 07/11/2011 - 8:30pmDear YWP, I am seventeen years old. The day I joined I was not quite fourteen and not quite fitting into my own skin. I was twenty pounds heavier from the medication that controlled my tics. My words, I felt, were all I had to offer. Offer them I did, and my taut ticking body unkinked as I began to see how they were eaten up. YWP denizens did not care that I stuttered and took anxiety medication and had no social graces. They would not see me for anything but my words. Would not demand more than I was willing to give. Read more »
Help for College, Please!
Submitted by Magzdoodle on Thu, 12/23/2010 - 10:11pmI'm trying to finish some college supplements so I can (finally) send out the rest of my applications...but I need just a tab bit of help. One of the supplements wants to know three things about me, 1400 characters each. I happened to write four things about myself (I actually wrote way more than that, these were just my favorites), and I need help deciding which ones to pick. I think I already made a decision in my head, but outside feedback would still be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
