Editor's Note: Here are some of the highlighted Tiny Writes published on the front page in recent weeks. Enjoy:
..She said: No.
Understand that this word
Means nothing but what it's always meant:
-- Rubber Soul
The time has come.
For what? Who knows?
To take a leap of faith, maybe.
I wonder if ants have a way to speak about spiders.
I have to face the dragon.
when did we lose the meaning?
someday, when i figure out how to fly, i'll tell this story of mine
Are we still ourselves if we restrict our every behavior to make us like ourselves better? And which is us, the one held back or the one doing the holding back?
-- Fiona Ella
Wipe your smile from my lips.
this i must carry alone
of rain water
- Love to write
Santa Fe has stopped being a beautiful, out of reach location in a musical, but instead is another statistic. And that's what they are now - not tragedies anymore, not something met with shock, but statistics, a quiet sigh in the back of a classroom, the whisper of "there's been another".
-- Sherlock's Nobody
My bus hurries past flags at half mast,
And I can't help but wonder,
If they're there for,
- Icarus Blackmore
I can't morph into a cloud
If I'm just a rock,
Just like I can't dream
If I don't have a destiny.
- Anna P.
I look too much at the night sky, explore the stars in my mind, meet people and see things beyond my imagination. I'm not grounded enough - I should be doing homework, not lying on the roof, staring at the stars. Even in class, my mind's not there; I'm floating among those balls of light which seem so small from here. In my mind, they're not tiny pinpricks in the blanket of space, but giants, giving life to the worlds surrounding them.
I shudder - ten more dead kids.
a school shooting; the killing of ten student's lives and hundreds of others' safety and security is NOT a tool to wield over another school's loudspeaker to get another set of a couple hundred students to behave as decent high-minded citizens. The act of being decent citizens should NOT be associated with the 17-year-old that used all the wrong outlets of power and control to navigate the world; who failed in that regard. The sickening and horrendous act of the bullets shot to kill Aaron, Angelique, Kimberly, Cynthia, Sabika, Chris, Jared, Shana, Glenda, and Christian should NOT be used as an example; a motivation to more students to be better people. Period.
I walked down the sidewalk, the slip of paper a folded opportunity in my back pocket.
It's a shame to be any less free than you're supposed to be.
--Love to Write
In their world, I am too quiet
In my world, I am too loud
What am I in this world?
Whose world is this world?
In America, I
am too Iranian.
In Iran, I
am too American.
My hand quivers as I lower it to the strings
I draw the bow across them
a golden wave of sound
my fingers twitch
my arms tremble
the violin cries out with joy
judges look on
i've gone from wanting to own a cupcake shop to wanting to be an fbi agent.
is this growing up?
Like speaking to a butterfly,
or shouting at a moth,
all you can do
is make sounds I don't understand,
and all I can do
i have been ignored, shushed, and shut out about my problems and my feelings so many times
by the time someone finally cared to listen
i had already pushed it aside
by the time you asked, i was already done with it
we all hate
and the country
comes tumbling down
Don't we all love the little hunks of metal that claim to rearrange our teeth?
Ticks and fleas are the bouncers of the woods.
It's that time of the year. I get increasingly anxious as I watch those select few seniors, those ones I allowed myself to get close to, even if they don't know me. They're graduating in not even two months, disappearing, forever out of reach. And next year, I already know whose graduation I'm dreading. The year after that? It's me, flung out into the unknown, left to fend for myself, clueless and lost. I know that as much as I want to keep in touch with all my friends, I'll lose them as soon as any one of us leaves this hell of a school. And I'm terrified.
Had tears been drawn
from dry canals,
had hands been soft and warm.
Had cribs been polished and gentle,
creaking in a natural rhythm,
just loud enough to fill the silence in eerie corners.
Just quiet enough to know
you're not alone.
This world would a better place if everyone smiled a little more.
- Laura hi101
Spring is my favorite time of year. I can wear my socks and sandals.
- Harper the Lee
I had such a clever idea an hour ago. I wanted to write it on the inside of my binder so I wouldn't forget. I figured it was interesting enough I'd probably remember.
- Fiona Ella
Spring is a cat,
curled before the hearth,
stretching awake at long last,
flicking raindrops in its mirth.
It scratches at the door--
here, and then away.
But all is well and good
when Spring comes out to play.
Kissed by yellow petals saying hello.
The guitar is making me vulnerable, as are the words I sing.
- Rubber Soul
My storm has never stopped.
- Love to write
He, him, his.
She, her, hers.
Me, she, he.
through the crack
in my window when I think
about what our world has come too.
--Love to Write
It's that chair again - that one that squeaks each time you move. Nobody knows whose it is, except for the person sitting in it. Each person wriggles slightly in their own seat, listening for that awful sound. Confident that they're not the source of that painful screeching, they now look around, listening, wondering who it is. Some find out, but most will never know. At least, not until it's them sitting in that one chair.
another moment floats away
on wisps of wings
We're not the kind of ghosts you think we are.
-- Love to Write
Someone yells at someone else. Someone yells back. I yell to stop yelling. Someone yells at me. Someone else yells for no particular reason other than for the sake of yelling. Someone starts singing. Someone yells at them. Three people yell at that person. Someone throws a shoe. Someone squishes a spider. Someone yells at them for squishing the spider. A teacher yells for everyone to stop yelling and get to class.
I feel like I am constantly running towards a goal that someone else set.
Top of the mountain
Icy fire fills my lungs
I breathe out and soar
Life is but a tiny moment, a short story in a long history. My great grandmother died last week. Hers was but a short story in this world but a big start to many others. I am proud to be her great granddaughter and that she was a big part of my story. I will always remember her cooking in her tiny kitchen asking me "did you eat yet hita?" and her lovely laugh. She would light a candle whenever something was going on in my family and pray for them no matter what. one of the kids had a cold and she would hear about it she would light a candle. My mom who has been long separated from her grandson (my dad) and was having twins and she lit a candle for them. No matter what she prayed and held space for every one in the family, she was like a beacon that brought everyone together. I will always love her.
-- wondering about rain
I stood in the lunch line, waiting. My friend stood behind me, loading up her tray. "Where are we sitting today?" I asked cheerfully. I always looked forward to this time of the school day.
"I don't know..." she trailed off as she looked at a table across the room. At that table sat her girlfriend, plus our other two friends who are together. There was no extra seat for me.
"Oh.." I said as the realization hit. "It's ok... I'll just sit somewhere else." I tried to sound optimistic, but even I heard the undertones of hurt in my voice. I walked away quickly, before she could see my face. It has always been the five of us, together through everything. But now... I'm a fifth wheel. I sat down at a different table, trying not to feel pathetic. A minute later though, I heard someone sit down next to me. It was my friend. She smiled at me. I then realized, that it didn't matter if I was an extra person. I smiled back.
-- Ink Sparks