Growing Up

Trisha K., Poetry

February 29, 2016

Growing Up   When I was little, I was never scared I was never the type to turn down a dare I loved heights and the rush of the fall Swimming in the deep end, doing it all   Ten years later and I ...

Outer Space

Trisha K., Poet

November 30, 2015

Outer Space     What is it like to be in outer space? Where there are no nights and there are no days Where time just passes and we don't know how Where distances become too great to count   What is it like to travel all that way? ...


Trisha K.

May 26, 2015

  To stay at home or leave and fly Take the cautious road or risk and try Chase my heart or listen to my brain But I can't seem to tell what either are saying   Decisions, decisions – what should...

When Will Summer Come?

Trisha K.

March 5, 2015

Halloween has passed There's no reason to dress up Thanksgiving is past There's no turkey left to stuff   But when will Summer come? When will it arrive? Christmas is now done And New Year's has gone...


Tessa R.

February 11, 2014

Crash Jess All I am truly aware of is the sensation of being in zero gravity. Sure, there are other things, too—the sound of shattering glass, the crunching of the car’s exterior, the smell of smoke rising from benea...


Tessa R.

November 23, 2013

The hallway was silent, but then again, the walls of the asylum were thick.  Someone could be screaming in their cell behind one of the numerous locked doors. But most of them stopped screaming when they realized that the...


Ashley H.

November 23, 2013

Chapter One: Stolen   Amy freezes in place in a patch of moonlight. She can hear noises upstairs. A sigh. A creak. The noises quiet, and she exhales a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. She quietly opens a ca...


Maya A., Creative Writing/Poetry

March 1, 2013

Don't cry Little sister Take my hand And once your tears dry We'll dive Under the sea We'll swim with the fishes Away from The never-done dishes And now On the count of three Let your breath bubble And We'll be free   -- -Maya "Wibbly...


Maya A., Creative Writing/Poetry

December 6, 2012

you must be my Angel come from up above tell me Angel, have you come to bring me love? Angel Angel why do you hide from the rain? Why are your feathers turning black from the weather? you are my Angel, why...


Tessa R., Creative Writing/Poetry

December 6, 2012

Sadness is like a bullet hole, A small circle where your heart is incomplete; A scar reopened by bitterness, A festering wound that brings tears to your eyes.   Sadness is like a barren winter, Where no...

Dotted Line

Maya. A, Creative Writing/Poetry

November 15, 2012

I run on the line, the straight line Between the metal boxes Filled with Things Screaming- Run, run, on the dotted line Flashlights, explosions, silence

Armed Forces

Maya A., Poetry

November 2, 2012

We set out today. Fifty men and fifty horses, Each a member of the armed forces.   We marched through the rain, We marched under the sun, At times it almost seemed like fun.   Supplies ran low- We...

Creative Writing/ Poetry