Hiding

Look around you

What do you see?

Someone new,

Like you or me

Half of everything

Hidden from view

If you start looking

You’ll see it, too

People are hiding

In a group, a slew

No hands for guiding

They’re running from who?

You.

They see you

As you see them

 As a statue,

Not a gem

Stop — come out.

For if you do,

You may find others

Hiding too.

-Katherine

Roses are red...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love Writer's Club,
and I hope you all do too.

Tulips can be pink,
Carnations can be white,
Writer's Club always
fills my day with light.

Daffodils are yellow,
Hyacinths are purple,
This isn't going to end up rhyming,
But I love you guys anyways.

-Love, Madame Dictator Kris Short-Stack Krissin Midget Krissy Hobbit President Steve Kristin Sharon Kriston Halterman Kristian and who-knows-what-else I'm called.

The Scars and Stripes

Innocence doesn't suit you, honey

Innocence is ignorance

And the only bliss is ecstacy

 

You'll bear your scars

Like tiger stripes

And your blood and bruises-

War paint

 

See you stride with a senseless smile

Tearing towers down in your travelling trainwreck

Carrying the twisted tangle of mangled memories

Alone with only a living lie to carry comfort

 

Finger on the trigger

Watch them break like glass bottles

Spilling red-dead wine across

Greedy grey pavement longing for color

 

Drinking through a pale-eyed gaze

Pounding power permeates your bloodstream

An addicting flow of alcohol that blinds you to your miserable morality.

 

-Rebekah

The Road Will Keep On Moving

It's tough to pay the prices when you want things to be free
You want to stay at port, but you're being forced to sea
You're pushed and pulled and tossed until you can't take any more
You wish that things would go back to the way they were before

You pray that times become just like those days for which you yearn
Those days before all those lessons you wish you didn't learn
The pain and loss and misery, the work so drab and dull
The shouts of disappointment echoing throughout your skull

Back then your life was so much simpler than how things are now
You thought that you would not survive- you kept on asking "How?"
But now you wish you could go and tell yourself in the past
They'll just get so much harder, so enjoy them while they last

It's easy to complain, but no doubt you won't get far
For "how things were" will never matter more than how things are
To focus on the past is just to sing a silent song
The road will keep on moving, so you'd better walk along

-Alex

Untitled

A Mardi Gras mask is glittery and gay
With feathers and sequins and a string 'round the back
An opera mask is used to portray
A character, whether he phantom or jack

Halloween conjures up masks galore
One day a year to play pretend
With doctors and fencers and villains and more
Escape who you are, now and again

A mask lets a hero hide his identity
A dancer wears one to beguile
These are all masks we think of quite readily
But sometimes a mask is a smile

-Sophia

Of the Essence

The ink-blue sky is curtained with gray clouds, and snow sprinkles down ever so gently. It's such a bitter cold I feel, though not from the weather.

I leaned over the body, ignoring the chilled whispers of policemen around me. I brushed the golden locks from the little girl's face. On her neck, I found the familiar writing that would lead to the killer's whereabouts:

It makes its journey without knowing

Where the beginning ends or the end begins,

Whether to start stopping or to stop starting.

I sat deep in thought trying to figure this one out, when a sudden chiming broke into my thoughts. I looked into the distance, where Big Ben struck midnight. My eyes narrowed as I stared at the mighty clock. It makes its journey without knowing…

I stood up abruptly and turned to the police. “Let’s go.”

-Rasheda

Looking Back

  Everything is different.

  You scream and rant hateful words in a language I don’t comprehend.  As adjectives roll around me in the stagnant air my mind wanders once more.  A defense mechanism of mine. 

  I wonder how we got to this point in time…it seems like this is my relationship with you.  Forever.  But when I complain to him…. When I look back in time through the thread he weaves into a beautiful tapestry of a story being told for the very first time…. I realize something.

  We were happy once.  You used to laugh and smile and tell me I was the perfect daughter…and that you were proud of me.  You used to love him too.  How did it change?  What, in any of us, changed to make that heaven into this hell?  I love you and it hurts.  Hurts to feel your disappointment pin me to the ground like nails.

  I don’t know how to talk.  I cannot speak out loud.  But…inside…I cry out for help…and no one answers…because…I don’t want them to know.

  Now, looking back once more…I realize we have changed again.  You tell me you love me now.  You say I’m incredible…now.  Even if the next moment you scream at me how wrong I am.  At least you love me now….

  And the cycle starts again.

-Zoe

Once

I used to believe in hugs
That they were magic

I used to believe in dreams
That they were possible

I used to believe in family
That the bond was unbreakable

I used to believe in love
But then I met you

-Zoe