My Golden Friend
Have you ever met someone who truly feels like your other half? Who completes you? Not even romantically, I mean even a friend who mirrors your soul, reflecting back the sweetest parts. Well, I met one of these people last spring.
Have you ever met someone who truly feels like your other half? Who completes you? Not even romantically, I mean even a friend who mirrors your soul, reflecting back the sweetest parts. Well, I met one of these people last spring.
"Don't wait for permission to do something creative." - Ava DuVernay
“Olivia!”
“What?”
“It’s trash night, can you take it out?”
Silence, as I switched off my iPod, and listened.
“Olivia!”
“What?”
I am tired.
I am sad.
I am grouchy.
The long night that had occurred, only just hours ago, has left me restless.
And I, am not one to be restless.
this is not a poem.
this is not a song.
this is not metaphor, a sonnet, an ode, not a ballad, a rant, not even a dream–
this is a plea.
TITLE: Saudade
PROMPT: “Leave” (End with “And now I know why I can never leave”)
I always wanted a daily recess. Now that I finally had one, I didn’t want to go outside. Last summer, I moved to Vermont from Miami. Just like every book character, I’m the new kid. I love it.
I was anxious in theater class. I was talking at Wren, my theater friend of a couple months, blabbing tirelessly on about some kids' book I liked.
Camp was almost over for the summer. Kids were running around on the lawn, playing foursquare, swinging on the swings and building fairy houses.
When I was sixteen, I remember feeling nostalgic for things I hadn’t yet lost. Pure, raw adolescence.
Jeannette Rankin 1880-1973
For eleven years, I've been a part of the YWP community. I started when I was 11 years old and I went by my old name back then. I used to publish my work here all the time, but much of my publishing has now moved to my university.