Treblemaker

Treblemaker

NY

YWP Alumni Advisor

Posts

  • To Dad With Love

    Forever and always and evermore 
    You’ll probably step on the toys on the floor.
    In years to come and in years past
    We’ll always skate around you fast
    We’ll roller blade around the track
    While you wave a mile back.
  • Weaving- Challenge

    You are weaving a beautiful fabric that you will be able to wear. Your loom can weave with any substances you want. Anything. The sneeze of an ant, the roar of a river, the fog of london. What would you include in your fabric and why?
  • Gibbering- Challenge

    English relies heavily on phonetics and sounds. A few centuries ago people didn't have dictionaries and made up spelling according to the sounds they heard- that is to say very creativly.
  • Yesterdays

    Yes, I have work that must get done
    So that I don't  see the rising sun
    When I am still stuck in the day before
    ... But I'd like to lie here and rest on the floor.

    Yes, I'm aware there is much to do

Loves

  • Miss You

    I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

    I think it's because that's what you were.

    You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

    we're

    two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall

  • Hometown Christmas

    When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"

    And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.

  • Happy Holidays

    Hope you all

    Are having some good cheer

    Please remember 

    People struggle during this time of

    Year


    Happy days to all

    Old tales and stories of years passed

    Little smiles mean everything

  • Letter to the World

    Dear World, 

    I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me. 

  • Writing With A Knife

    I write with a knife

    It cuts into my heart

    Spilling it onto the paper

    My emotions

    My thoughts

    Painted with blood

    Once I start

    There is no stopping

    I bleed

    Begging for someone