CWP Young Writers

This One Goes Out to All My Harry Potter Fans

2011-07-19T10:29:00.000-04:00

Tonight, we say goodbye to our childhoods, some of the best friends we’ve ever had, characters that were more real than fictional, the best teachers in the world, role models and for some of us, the one thing that could always bring us happiness.At some point, it was no longer a story. Somewhere among the four thousand plus words and seven books, it all became real. Harry Potter has given me

Calf Pasture

2010-03-10T22:57:00.002-05:00

I am eight, and my family Is on the pier atThe beach. I see the swells Of Long Island Sound, the Seagulls emerging from air And land and sea in a raucous Chorus. I smell the air wafting From the cold seawater, and the Distinctive must of the pier’s old Weatherbeaten wood. My dad is Pointing out the islands, and Grandma is correcting him with Kind amusement and

Regarding Your Jeans

2010-03-10T22:55:00.001-05:00

I tried to stop myself, I really did try but the water was so inviting and the air was so humid and I knew they were your jeans that you had bought just two weeks ago from our favorite store and I think most of the saltwater smell will come out in the wash. I’m sorry. Next time you should jump in with me.

Tuesday

2010-01-12T23:34:00.001-05:00

Tuesday evening, around 5:45 pm: I’m screwing up. No, really; you don’t understand how bad this is. My brain is about to implode, collapse in on itself like One of those fancy chocolates from a box someone gave you on a holiday-- That one chocolate that you expect to have a hard center But instead smashes under slight pressure, Saccharine filling oozing out in pain and defeat, The fragile shell

Falling Off the Horse/Not what I wanted to Say

2010-01-12T19:58:00.002-05:00

You question me, and all of a sudden Without my consent Without my desire my voice Slips out of my control And the words I’m shouting In my head-- Strong words, confident words-- Are trapped behind my voicebox like... Like fumbling actors looking in vain For their lines, like... Like tall men awkwardly trying to Tip-toe through a labyrinth Full of broken glass; all of them Hesitant, no matter how

Thank You For All You've Been

2009-10-29T19:06:00.002-04:00

I guess i never fully appreciatedThe person that you wereI was to caught upIn a silly love triangleBetweenYouMeAnd my heartMy stupid heartThat made me fallSo madly in love with youEven thoughDeep downI knew it couldn't last foreverBut now that your goneI realized how lucky i wasTo have been ableTo call you mineAnd I want to thank youFor the special memoriesThat might cause meHeartache for a

Prices Payed

2009-10-28T06:46:00.001-04:00

Now that you are goneThere is nothing moreFor me to live forYou were everything to meYou weren't just a friendYou were something moreSomeone I truly lovedAnd now your goneJust like thatAnd the memoriesI have of youHaunt me like a waking dreamSilence suffocates meAs I lie away at nightWaiting for the tearsThat won't comeI let you into my heartTo freelyAnd now I play the priceFor loving you to much

Truth & Lies

2009-10-26T20:58:00.001-04:00

This is all soConfusingCrazyHeavy-hearteningOne minuteYou seem to love meThe nextYou don'tI wish you would tell meWhat was bothering youOr at least the truthDon't lie to meI hate thatI can see right through youI can read youLike an open bookI know there is somethingYou're not telling meSomething that would putAll the piecesOf the puzzle togetherThen at lastI could rest in peaceAnd happinessAnd

Galway County, Wisconsin

2009-10-21T19:12:00.003-04:00

[A short story for my creative writing class. Any criticism appreciated.] Horace sat alone at the kitchen table, reading his newest volume of Irish history. He didn’t notice that his mug of hot cider had melted the thin plastic of the tablecloth again. Silently turning the pages, Horace lost himself in the mysteries of the old country. By degrees, he lost all

My Refuge

2009-10-15T18:42:00.002-04:00

The chair is black, only the smallest semblance of a back. The pedals are three brassy, slightly cool metal levers; my right foot on the far right, my left foot on far left—I leave the center one on its own. The keys are familiar wood, somewhat glossy, smudgy in places but still comfortable. Gold lettering names some obscure manufacturer from Baltimore. Above,

i dont know...

2009-09-30T23:19:00.002-04:00

I want to laugh...I want to scream!That feeling inside me...Like I'm bursting at the seams!Imploding, and choking...hoping and wishing...stopping.and sitting.and breathing.and then...realization.the feelings, the stress.i am alive.but im proud of this.

you

2009-09-30T23:18:00.004-04:00

did you know?that sometimes i'll think about you,the way you talk,that sense of humor,but also,how you care about so much.except...im not the person that'll wait on your calls...i get pissed if you forget,but i'll forget too.i sometimes just think that we can be the best of friends,it'll be great, i'll be happy...but then i remember this.i remember that feeling in my stomach,where i know i never

untitled

2009-09-30T23:18:00.003-04:00

its weird...when i mention this. i freeze.i want to say don't laugh. i'll cry.don't mention it, don't worry.but i know. i want to hear this...i want to know what people think,i want verification, some safety net...but that can't just happen.i want to hear, "this imagery is perfect!"or "that flows just right...."but critique is life.if i learn. i grow.so i just have to keep telling people,that

MY bloggggg

2009-09-28T20:40:00.001-04:00

i'm copying maddie and i want you ppl to comment on my blog 2 cuz i like NVR get any comments anymore.It's http://dostuffwritestuffbynoodle.blogspot.com/Thank You!Noodle

my blogg

2009-09-24T19:25:00.001-04:00

hey please check out my blog! its got a lot of the stuff i put on here, but it has moree :) please comment on my poems, and idkkk. the link is there, and the other blog links i have are good too :)http://maddie-live-laugh-love-write.blogspot.com/

Tobias Fulner and the Art of Persuasion

2009-09-13T22:16:00.009-04:00

(Disclaimer: this is a farce, and a poorly written one at that. Do you think I can save it in any form? This was written for my self-imposed Tobias Fulner writing challenge. Ladies, I'm waiting for your entries!)Tobias Fulner was a very young man who believed in the power of the art of persuasion. Every day he would lift his head off of the pillow, stretch, yawn, and persuade himself that the

My Hearts Desires

2009-09-02T20:16:00.001-04:00

What do you call this feelingThe feeling of pure joyWhenever I'm near youThe feeling that a part of me is missingWhenever I'm notHow my heart seems to raceAt the sound of your nameAnd all i ever think aboutIs you and your perfect smileWhat do you call this feelingI think it's called love

The Neverending Friendship

2009-09-02T19:57:00.001-04:00

The simple thingsThat made me smileAnd appreciate the person you wereEven moreA hug when I needed oneEncouragement throughout it allOur friendship is like a rainbow:Red like an apple, sweet to the core.Orange, like an eternal flame, never dying out.Yellow like the sun that brightens the day.Green like a plant that keeps on growing.Blue like the water that is so pure.Purple like a flower that is

that feeling...

2009-08-29T01:53:00.001-04:00

that feeling...when everything explodes.when your eyes well up,and your throat closes.that feeling....where you want to whisper their name.when you need a friend,and a hug more than anything.that feeling....when you know they've won.when you can feel your life slipping,and it slides right out of your handsthat feeling...when you know it went wrong.when you feel like losing hope,and you know it's

falling

2009-08-29T01:15:00.001-04:00

i wanted to fall,to finally let myself feel that bliss.but once i fell,i realized, you see me as just this.you see me as a listener.i great friend, a good person.but what if i told you,that i fell... hard.that i fell for the first time,that i let myself do this.what would you say?if you knew that you were my first REAL crush.what would you say?if you knew that i never let myself fallwhat would

I've wished

2009-08-21T02:10:00.002-04:00

its times like these... where i wish i were understood.that sometimes, i could be left behind,and others, when i was just too good.i wish there were chances,that i could take!but i am, who i am,and if i took those chances, itd be a mistake.ive hoped time and time again,that my heart would be searched for,just loved so much!that i could be cherished,that my heart means more.

Memories For My Father

2009-08-17T14:37:00.001-04:00

I miss your smileyour laugh echoing as I ran,trying to catch rays of sunbetween my fingertips.Your feet shaking the ground,trying to run,to catch me if I would fall.The momentswhen the world was oursfor the taking,dancing in the rain,falling under the wind,coloring the sky.Your hollow heartbeatnever supporting me as I grew,alwaysyour little girl.

miss

2009-08-11T00:11:00.003-04:00

i miss those days.the ones with lightning bugs and old glass jarswhen i played snake on my mom's nokia cell phoneand little kids still would wear overalls.i miss those times when disney was classicthe times when TV shows didn't let kissing be a normal occurrenceand the movies were classicsanimations a new creation.i miss those nightswhen stars were gazed uponwhen the music genre loved was pop!and

Poetry Anthology

2009-08-06T12:27:00.002-04:00

Hi all! I've just posted 6 poems that I find better than the rest on my blog (StoryOfAshley.blogspot.com). Please go look at them and tell me what you think. THANKS!!

cwp Young Writers

2009-07-25T12:17:00.000-04:00

Untitled

2009-07-23T09:59:00.001-04:00

Her soft strawberry blonde hair rested on her delicate shoulders in the park where she waited. Leila, my Leila, was smart girl, strong willed, and her happiness means everything to me; I only wish that she knew that I loved her. My name is Carter, and as I see her eyes light up to see me, I smile with a bouquet of flowers behind my back. I walk up saying, "Hey Leila, you know..." She responds

Love

2009-07-23T09:42:00.001-04:00

Love is the idea that you can't live without them.That they are the dam to your river...The life when you're no longer living.The hopefuls when you're hopeless.Your loves sew you up,Or rip you downIn the end.

Music

2009-07-22T10:29:00.000-04:00

God’s kin, Wings lined with gold and trumpet-tongued Sang through shattering clouds As those few descended. Down, but not too deep: Immortality seeping into Mortaldom, Silent, ashamed of the turmoil That they rained on the heavens. Eyes wet with bloody tears, as skin concealed wings, Their bodies convulsing As eternal fires began to shake their bones. They fell

Lullaby

2009-05-30T15:26:00.001-04:00

Hush little baby,don't you cry.I feel your tears,I'm by your side.Lay still in the night,keep your chin up high.Breathe one last breath,a silent goodbye.Hush little baby,don't say a word.Don't make a sounduntil you're heard.Wander all alonein the darkest cold.Smile softly for me,a smile bought and sold.Hush little baby,don't leave me here.You can learn from meand all that I fear.I'm speaking

Untold

2009-05-26T20:21:00.005-04:00

These are some of the stories of victims I created who endured the brothel houses in India; they represent the characters from the novel Sold.I sit impassively with my back against the cold cement wall and cringe as one of Pushpa’s bloody coughs pierces the room’s usual morning silence. It’s grown unbearable today, so dreadful that Pushpa can’t even manage to crawl out of bed, poor thing. Lakshmi

Rebirth

2009-05-26T20:17:00.000-04:00

Dearest springtime… you are the sweetest of the seasons.Your unmatched charm is simply out of reason.Winter’s impassive skies and blank pages,Become your colorful lively stages.Adorned with blooming buds and ivy.Pink cherry blossoms peek out from under their chilled beds.Their contagious cheerfulness quite widespread.Tweet, tweet! The sweet sound of music pierces the winter silence.Furry head

Letting Go

2009-05-26T20:12:00.003-04:00

This is my attempt at a ballad. Any comments would be helpful:)Your words tonight are strangling me; I can barely breathe. (A)Running circles around my head over and over again; (B)Always dictating who I should be. It’s making me seethe(A)You’ve crossed the line. I can’t remain trapped in this lion's den. (B)Maybe one day you’ll wake up, you’ll finally understand. (C)That there was something more

Lost

2009-05-21T16:32:00.001-04:00

Can you tell meif you've found a way?I'm losing piecesof myself every day.Can you see mefor who I once was?I've reached the end,I've seen the past.A light of hopecan flicker fast.I'll reach for you,will you take my hand?You lost your way,there's no turning back.If you retrace your stepsyou'll find what you lack.I've walked this road,can you find what I could not?

Goodbye Sweet Kate

2009-05-06T23:30:00.001-04:00

A maiden stands weeping along the shore;Her vulnerable innocence broken. A forbidden romance chilled to the core;Her lover pawned her off as a token.Abandoned her. She’s drowning in her grief.A recluse mother. Her unborn child:A tragic case. Nothing can give relief.Whistling winds rippled through. Quite wild.She is losing her mind. No place to hide.Trauma eats her alive. There’s no

When You Need Me

2009-04-25T20:24:00.005-04:00

The days pass by and you think nothing is changing. But while you're thinking, the whole world is rearranging. Take a look, the world hasn't turned its back. But your heart keeps stopping, and the world keeps turning. Your dreams have shattered, but you keep learning. Hold your chin up, you know I'll stand by you. Holding on isn't easy when you're hanging on the edge. I'll be here when you're

yo

2009-04-17T23:22:00.000-04:00

seeing something :)

What's Wrong With Me

2009-04-10T16:48:00.002-04:00

I'm hearing voices in my sleep,waiting for some answerswhen all I hear are questions.I'm feeling like I'm headedfor a breakdown.How did I lose my mind?When did I begincorrecting myself in public?I'm tired of looking away,dodging glances in the streetfor no reason.Who were they,and who did I used to be?I hear them whisper my name,and it makes me thinkthat there must be somethingwrong with me.I've

In the End

2009-04-08T22:14:00.000-04:00

Four minutes ago,I'll never see you again.The clock keeps ticking,this could be the end.How long will it bebefore we disappear?There's a world I see inside you,it's waiting to come to life.You've always been a dreamer,but reality was in your eyes.Clear away the cobwebs,do you see me for who I am?We only have a minute,I won't take somebody's place.Turn around for a moment,can you recognize my face

New Story

2009-04-05T22:17:00.002-04:00

Ok, so here's the deal: I wrote this new story, and it's pretty long and hopefully pretty good. But, it's a little like PG-13, if you get what I'm saying. And I didn't think everyone would be too happy with me if I posted it. But If you really want to read it I'll put it up on my personal blog, Story of Ashey; which you can find at: www.StoryOfAshley.blogspot.com. I rated it PG-13 for explisite

2009-04-01T20:22:00.000-04:00

Shadows Sixteen...A piece fell into our wagonI didn't moveNot strong enoughMany violent menAn old manHand held to his heartA blow to his chest?NoA hidden piece of breadWith lightning speedHe brings it to his mouthEyes light upA smile illuminates the ashen faceBut only for a momentA shadow is throw over himHe cries out, stunned"Don't you recognize me?Your killing your father"Only sixteen...He

Is that your homework?

2009-03-23T21:20:00.003-04:00

I'm tiredTired all the time now.I'm tired of people wasting my time.I alone should be the one to waste my timeBecause what you view as me wasting timecould be the best thing for me.I need to decompress.Let all the air out of the balloonand listen to it squeal.I'm tired of playing other people's musicand tired of not having enough of my own.I hate sitting downand not having anything to saywith my

Arizona

2009-03-17T00:33:00.001-04:00