Young Writers
On The Edge of Blades (Chapter 1)
Chapter 1: New Beginnings Daruín donned the soft linen robes. Tonight, would be his last night of wanting, of needing. He would not be powerless,...
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Chair
The oblique crimson flooring enveloped the feet, Feet nailed as slave to master. Cast iron stewards so slender in size, Captured and bound the dark...
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Of Crowns and Ashes (Chapter 1)
“When war is young, and red wind’s cloak burns, and the sun fallen from the clouds, he born alone on the seventh hour of the brightest day will claim...
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Flowers
Broken stems, Crumpled petals, Leaves cast without a clue. Rotting roots, Spurned seeds, Colors overdone, yet overdue. Cracked stone, Chiseled...
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Somewhere Balloon
Someday Balloon, You will be mine, I’ll find you, Red and drifting and torn in a hundred places, Lying on the ground, Drowning beneath the sea, Or...
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Flowers for Lovebirds
There she is, standing right in front of me. Cora, the loveliest and most delightful bird I’ve ever seen. She’s quite stout and darling, and I’d...
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A Bird Burden
A bird? Seriously? Among all of my sister’s relatives, she lets me take care of her bird for the holiday. “Please Jade! It’ll be just for a week. I’...
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The Barking Chaos
Barking is what I do. It’s a dog’s habit. Though my mom isn’t really in “barking terms”. She instantly gets mad when I bark. It isn’t like I just...
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Babes in the Wood
Most people struggle with mental health at some point in their lives, I'd say. The following poem is a reflection on my own battle with depressive thoughts and existentialism. I find it to be rather cringy and on the nose, but maybe you'll enjoy it more than I do. This was created as part of a group activity in which we wrote poems using and "I Am" format, shown here: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/f4/da/f4f4daa3bef8ab50ba8efced6ca86633... Feel free to leave your interpretation or any feedback! I am by no means a particularly accomplished writer, especially when it comes to poetry.
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Zen is Unnerving
So I've reached complete - Zen - a few times. Often by accident. Once in the shower. Going about my habitual but somewhat conscious hand movements...
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