week16-08

Tasha Woodworth, a sophomore at Essex High School, created this picture, her representation of a nightmare. The Young Writers Project is always looking for student art to publish in its weekly Newspaper Series and to post on this Web site. For more info, go to "Publish" above and in drop-down menu, click "Submit Art."

The Marshmallow Moon

By Morgan Danna
Richmond Middle School, Grade 7

The Marshmallow Moon
Is my gift to the sky
My dreams
Glitter and shimmer
Like stars
Outside the night ice shines,
Bright winter fluff
Gleams
Like angel's wings
Shedding a soft glow
Over each perfectly shaped flake
as it falls from the darkness,
From the Marshmallow Moon
And the glittering stars

Mistake

By Lauren Ledoux
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Mistake
I didn't mean to,
it was by accident.
I said it, and then...
I felt horrible.
The look on her face was unprecedented.
I wish I could take it back,
but I can't.
The words are gone forever...
Lost inside her heart.
The tears streaming down her face;
pain, the pain I feel for her.
Why was I so stupid??
I thought it was what I wanted to say;
I never meant to hurt her.
She's my Mom, my comfort, my everything
and hate is a strong word...
Mistake

Emotion

By Anne Spector
Williston Central School, Grade 7

Emotion,
not just a facial expression,
a feeling,
something on the inside,
is it happiness,
sadness,
confusion,
anger,
should you let all of your emotions bottle up?
or let them all out every time you feel it?
maybe just some emotions or is that not right,
should you let them all out?

Seeking

By Lida Lutton
Williston Central School, Grade 8

Seeking out the words,
that trouble us,
the words that make us feel,
like we're in a sea,
of confusion.
We all try to understand,
and comprehend,
the things,
that don't make sense.
We study them,
until each word fits,
like a top,
to a bottle.
We all look,
within,
the letters.
We find,
the real meanings.

Lost

By Sam Brown
Williston Central School, Grade 8

An endless shadow,
of thoughts,
and grief,
an eternal mist,
that covers our eyes,
forbidding us,
to see,
it is a disease,
that runs wild,
that we,
as people,
have no control over,
our thoughts,
become clotted and cluttered,
and the shadow,
the dark,
forbidding shadow,
thickens,
as we spiral down,

Winter's Song

By Emma Collins
BFA Fairfax, Grade 7

The wind howls with raging torment as it makes snow fly upon command.

Then it falls into a peaceful slumber after the job is done
and the world is smeared in its own white paint.

But as soon as a single child steps onto its masterpiece, the wind whips in warning, telling the child to go no further.

How I've Changed

By Meghan Bochanski
BFA Fairfax, Grade 7

Once I felt young and vulnerable
But now I feel strong and confident
Once I thought I had to be perfect
But now I like who I am
Once I couldn’t read or write
But now it’s second nature
Once I was a shadow
But now I am noticed
Once I tired to please everyone
But now I am just myself
And now I just try my hardest

Thanksgiving

By Bailey Walker
Home School, Grade 8

What am I thankful for?

I am thankful for darkness, I truly am. Without it I wouldn't have light. What would light be? It would be constant. It would be taken for granted. How many times have you been enclosed by darkness and wanted it to just go away? How many times have you wished for light? How many times did your thoughts go unanswered? Having darkness means having light.

I thank hatred, for showing me love. I thank it for explaining what love is. I thank it for not engulfing me as it has done to so many others.

Evil. Without it, who would be kind? Everyone, no one. When every person you know is so very nice, what would distinguish them from you, from the person you see walking down the street? Without the other, there can be no good, no heroes.

So, to answer the question, I am thankful for every man and woman close to me, and those far away, who are possessed by darkness, hatred and evil. You fill our lives with light, love, and heroes. You make us appreciate one another. You make us thankful. Thank you...

A Land

By Halley Petersen
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

A trip across the ocean
A land so far abroad
A people so exotic
And yet familiar
An unimagined welcome
Strangers quickly become friends
For although you are different
You most certainly fit in

The place is completely new
And yet it feels like home
You are so comfortable
You already plan your return

My Best Friend

By Shannon Page
Oxbow High School, Grade 10

Because her hands are jittery
And she just can not sleep
Because her body leans on me
As she begins to weep
Because I hold her close at night
And she spills out her pain
Because she's always been my light
When I've no more to gain
Because we've always been best friends
Through all the years and fights
Because it's just her hand that mends
She saves me from all heights
Because her shoulder's always there
When I can't help but cry
Because I know she'll always care
I'll love her until I die.

Natural Highs

By Danielle Novotny
Rochester School, Grade 10

The tingly feeling you get in the pit of your stomach,
When you fall in love.

The overwhelming feeling of joy,
When you laugh so hard your face hurts.

The wave of heat that rushes through your entire body,
When someone tells you you’re beautiful.

The electric shock that comes out through your fingers

Winter

By Rachel Baginski
Charlotte Central School, Grade 6

On a dark and blizzardy night,
snow falls fast, thick and white.
Trees looming,
shadows blooming.
Frozen flowers,
living through snow showers.
But now, bird’s wings frozen in flight,
In this land that has no more light.

Words

By Kacie Collins
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

And the silence burns with the things I long to say
Heavy, tense, so thick it’s almost unbearable
The things I plan to say, so each word is perfect
Perfect, because I want, I need you to understand
The words that dance on the end of my tongue
Restless against the back of my teeth