Jun 03
The Soccer Bee 48's picture

Hungry

            I am hungry for knowledge. I alway want to learn. The only downfall is I want knowledge on thing I want to learn about. So if you tell me to learn about some I don’t want to learn about I am going to Half ass it. But when I learn some thing about a thing I like to learn about. Then I will keep digging for more knowledge.
           For example in first through third grade I was obsessed with anacondas which are a kind of snake. I kept learning. I was a computer of knowledge on anacondas. Now I am thirsty for understanding of World War two. From memwoirs to historical fiction I am continuing to read and inform myself on this horrific topic.
             I can’t compare to my hunger for knowledge to anything else.

 
Oct 18
joseph.deffner's picture

A Quiet Winter Day




The snow crunches softly beneath my boots as I trudge up the hill. Small delicate snowflakes land on my fuzzy hat. I tilt my head back to catch them in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, a male cardinal dashes from tree to tree, his red feathers bright against the white snow. When I get to the top of the hill, I pause to look around at the snow covered trees, and listen to how peaceful it is. Dropping my sled on the wet snow, I climb on and slide down the hill, going down easily on top of the smooth and icy snow. The cool wind blowing in my face, smiling to myself. Winter makes me feel serene and content.

Lights Out


On June 27, after a heart-warming dinner with the Young Writers Project board (thank you Kathy), after hearing (thank you Susan) the startlingly kind words sent to me from many of you and your predecessors on how much this little project and community has meant, does mean, to you, I shut off the office lights for the last time after 12 years as YWP's executive director.

To you and the 110,000 kids we have touched in that time, thank you for opening your souls; thank you for sharing your ideas and observations, your flights of fancy and moments of bewilderment. Thank you for taking such creative risk.

You have enriched my life. You've opened my eyes to what you see and feel and experience and think and believe. And you have enriched the lives of thousands upon thousands of others -- your readers.
Aug 20

I Had to Trust

I had to trust that I would wake up that morning and be ready to go.
I had to trust that the long car ride would be fun.
I had to trust that my CD's wouldn't melt or something in the hot car.
I had to trust the waist deep seaweed would end once I got deeper.
I had to trust that the ocean wouldn't try to kill me.
I had to trust to take chances.
I had to trust that those chances would work out right.
And in the moments that I let go and leaped into a world of nothing but chances, a bit of recklessness here and there,
I had to give it all my trust.
And those are the moments I'll remember years from now.
 
Aug 20

My Hands are Lost

My hands are limp,
My brain is numb.
My hands are not quite sure what to do with themselves.
And neither are my emotions.
My hands feel lonely without your hands,
And my heart beats with the same lonelyness too.
Not exactly a sad beat,
But more of an I had a full heart for a day and now it's more empty than ever.
An I miss you and need to see you REALLY soon kind of beat.
My hands are lost without yours too hold,
And it's all because of a six hour drive of pure joy,
In which our hands never parted.
So thank you for one of the best things that ever hapend to me,
And I miss you more than ever.
Aug 15
Treblemaker's picture

4 Writing Prompts

Write a promt 2019-2020

1)  Write a story or poem starting with the phrase "I think its really funny how..." 

2) A new baby just came into the world. What words of wisdome can you tell this new bundle of joy to prepare them for the big wide world they are about to be apart of? 

3) Discribe music to someone who has never heard it before.

4) write a love letter. But, don't make it cliche. Think outside the box as to why you like and respect this person, as well as what quirks in their          personality make them so cute to you. 
Aug 15

Fifteen words that make me

Different
Christian
Tall
Lesbian
Lover
Imaginative
Down to Earth
Introverted
Depressed
Writer
Anime Fangirl
Me
 
Aug 14

Sexuality

I'm a lesbian, and I'm proud of it. I'm also a christian, in fact my dad is a pastor. It's a very difficult thing to be part of the LGBTQIA community while in a very christian family. My family loves me and accepts me. I believe that love is love and it doesn't matter what gender you love. I also find that it's funny how christians say that being gay is a sin while they also believe that God created humans to be exactly how they are. Some people disagree with the "decision" to be gay. It's not a decision or a lifestyle. Maybe for some people it is a lifestyle, but not me. It's just how I was made and how the many other people in the LGBTQIA community were made. It's completely okay to be gay.
Aug 12
lmnoyes's picture

Grade

   When given the word Grade I think of a number, a letter, or an amount of points. And after every year we tally them up. I think of the pressure and fear, knowing that this one test could make or break your grade. The grade you get on it is a depiction on how smart you are.
   
     But many factors go into taking a test. It's not that you don't know the material, it's that even if you study your butt off and took notes and paid close attention to the topic in class, you still get "test anxiety". Instead of the knowledge that you have shining through, the stress keeps it hidden.
    
    I think the idea of a grade is fine, it's just how we get it that is my issue.
   
Aug 08

An Inside Look at My Worries

No.
Nononononononono.
Please don't make me go back there.
I can't stand it there.
I don't feel safe there.
I don't have a friend there.
I'm all alone there.
No one is like me there.
I don't relate to anyone there.
I'm an outcast there.
I don't belong there.
Please don't make me go back.
Please, please, please...
Let me stay in summer forever.
Aug 05

that little kitten who loved to yell

i remember begging my dad to get me a cat
"dad, please" i'd say, again and again
eventually, after i wrote an essay, he relented
and we went out to tabby town to pick one out

we came home with io,
a scared black-and-white kitten
who crawled all over me and flexed her claws
up and down my arms.

i remember breaking down, some day after school
in my room, surrounded by math homework i didn't understand
and io, that stupid little kitten who did nothing but yell at people passing by
jumped on my bed and started to play with my pencil.

it was a came of cat-and-mouse, io the cat
and my eraser the mouse.
i didn't finish my homework that day.
io wouldn't leave me alone.

i remember her kneading my arm
licking my face, scratching at my homework
defending me from sine, cos, and tan
that little kitten who loved to yell.
 
Jul 31

Sweet, Sweet... Sandwich?

it's probably one of the most famous comfort foods known to mankind...
A sandwich!
I remember that sandwich like it was just yesterday.
Which... it was.
Sara Lee white bread,
Layers of spicy turkey,
Crisp, just-washed lettuce,
Creamy mayonnaise,
Delectable Land-O-Lakes cheese...
And a sandwich pickle to top it all off.

When you're hangry, you fantasize about food; and in my case...
A homemade sandwich is what I dream about.

 
Jul 29

Major, Massive, Grade-A, Colossal, Enormous Screw-up of Epic Proportions

the mental health of everyone across the world, especially teens and young adults, are deteriorating rapidly. everything's costing more as businesses hunger for money and ignore human rights. the planet is getting warmer and species are going extinct. there's an enormous mass of trash in the ocean and it's disgusting. children are dying due to lack of access to resources and monopolizations of said resources. women are having acid thrown on their faces for saying no. men are being faced with false rape accusations for saying no. people are getting shot for their skin color while those that shot them are getting off scot-free. animals are getting abused because people can't be kind. people are getting abused because people can't be kind.

where did we screw up?
 
Jul 29

Speckles of yellow

the happiest i've ever been?
i'm not sure. that's not something i remember.
i remember spots across my memories
happy days.

none of them really stand out on their own as being supremely happy.
i'd like to think that they all made me happy
in their own, unique ways.

i was happiest with a person
when i went to a dance with my now ex-boyfriend.
i had a good time, i'd stepped out of my comfort zone
and just had a good time.

i was happiest alone
when i was out in my backyard, staring at the sky
as meteors flew across the night above.
the bugs were annoying, but that didn't dampen my mood.

i was happiest with a gift
when i received a letter from ywp with chocolate inside,
recognition of the writing i'd worked hard to improve.
i was crying when i opened the envelope and read the words.

i was happiest with hard work
Jul 29

Free?

Dreams
Dark 
Broken
Listen
Falling
Dust
Sunset
Ending

tick tick tick tick

Stopwatch
Race
Glory
Fame
Empty
Silent

tick tick
we are all running 
it can't find us here


Tangled
Hands
Heart 
Mind
Life
Death
Fear

can we stop the world can turning?
can we stay here for a second
trapped in this one moment?


Ice
Cold
Night
Breath
Look
Inward

folding into themselves
these people
are they your puppets?
who are you to tell them to live?


Tell
Speak
Change
Affect

I'm scared here in the dark.
It's coming 
I can't stop it


Brave
Courage
Think
Special
Believe
Imagine

light is but a shadows reflection
come 
step forward
Jul 28

Agender

What do you see when you look at me?
The blue eyes and purple hair?
The doc martens and jean jacket?

Or the curves, chest, and voice?

I am immediately branded, GIRL.
First and foremost defined by a gender,


A gender that I don’t want.


Gender is a social construct.
Many are comfortable with this construct.
Many are able to discover themselves within a category.
It can provide happiness and understanding.

Gender is a social construct.
Many are uncomfortable with this construct.
Many cannot find themselves in the system.
It can provide unhappiness and constriction.

Being autistic, social constructs aren’t exactly “my thing”.

I don’t want to be a girl.
I don’t want to be a boy.
I don’t want to be in between.

I do not find myself in this system,
It provides nothing for me.

Want to know who I am?
Jul 28

I'm Not Sure

sometimes, the words come out wrong.
it's always when i'm around other people,
ones that care about me
to some degree.

i didn't mean to say i'm colorblind.
i'm not. i can see perfectly fine.
i don't know why i said i was allergic to avocadoes.
i've never even had one.

i didn't have a terrible headache during musical.
i had one, yes, but it wasn't as bad as i'd said.
i said i didn't hurt myself while i was riding my bike.
but when i took a shower, my leg ached, so so badly.

maybe it's not the words that come out wrong.
it's just something up here
in my mind
screwing up these words that i hold so dear.
Jul 26

Bursting with Ideas

up here in my head,
it's strange.
i don't think people are usually
thinking about what their characters do next
how they interact with each other
where they will be in so many years after their adventure.

i lay awake at night,
staring at the ceiling, worrying
about people and things
that don't even exist.

would ravi actually survive that?
will julio manage to save ara?
what drives cairo, really? she's not
that bad, is she?
i should write about malphas and alexander and chier again, shouldn't i?
what would matt do when he kills his father?


things like that drive my insomnia
but some days it's better.
when i write things down, quick little ideas
he dies from blood loss ? maybe from overuse of magics?
they don't always make sense, either
julio broke leg, fixed with leaf
things like that.

Jul 25

Reflection

you think you know someone, right?
and then you ask stupid questions

>i'm sorry to ask, but are you into girls?

holding your phone, you're frozen.
you're afraid.
what if she thinks you're weird?
girls shouldn't like girls.
but you've never seen it as wrong.

>well, maybe a little. i'm not sure.

barely comprehending the words on the screen,
you jump.
you have a chance!
you thought she'd reject you.
what do you do now? she knows you've read the message.
you reply.

>lit.
 
Jul 22

Light

light is a tricky thing
you see it in different shades
but it's always there
it's funny how sometimes i worry
but i somehow can't imagine the absense of light
the absence of you
it's like imagining nothingness
impossible
stars fill our eyes with hopes and dreams
for who knows what will happen
take a breath
and wish
a wish for me
a wish for you
a wish for us