By Laura Hou
The Creative Writing Club was created this year for the purpose of allowing creative artists to get together and share their work. Writing is an exploration, it is sitting down and letting your heart speak out. It is failing multiple times but never giving up. It is starting from nothing and learning as you go. The Creative Writing Club meets every Monday at senior lunch in room A-262. The meeting consists of playing a creative writing game and work-shopping some pieces that students wrote. Here are some poems that we created using the prompt of opening a door and imagining what will be on the other side.
The Creative Writing Club was created this year for the purpose of allowing creative artists to get together and share their work. Writing is an exploration, it is sitting down and letting your heart speak out. It is failing multiple times but never giving up. It is starting from nothing and learning as you go. The Creative Writing Club meets every Monday at senior lunch in room A-262. The meeting consists of playing a creative writing game and work-shopping some pieces that students wrote. Here are some poems that we created using the prompt of opening a door and imagining what will be on the other side.
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Lost
Laura Hou She got lost that day. In the quiet town, near the shops. She had just bent down to tie her shoelace. Briefly. The strings sliding across the canvas shoe. When she rose, The conversation had faded. No words lingered. She looked around and She looked up and down the road and Into the window whose reflections were repetitions of herself. She couldn’t find her family, In those roads and those reflections. Maybe they had Forgotten. She went into a shop, and through a door. Where she saw her parents, she swore. But as she tapped them gently on their shoulders. They turn around and asked, “Who are you and why did you tap?” She wasn’t sure why, But she told them she got lost that day. In the quiet town, near the shops. Oh Door Joanna Zeng Oh door, oh door. I wonder what lies within? A room full of starlight, or perhaps filled with sin? Oh door, oh quaint blue door. If I knocked on you, Would you shudder with a boom? Oh door, little slice of sky. If I opened you, would you make me cry? Would I tremble at what’s inside? You look like the witch’s door, In an old tale, A fable filled to the very core, With adventure and revelry and magic galore. Oh door, with the black iron lock, You look innocent, so sweet and pure, Like the damsel within, i’m no doubt sure. In nine days minus three the prince will be here, Upon a white horse, Sure to free her. You look like the fourth wall, And not quite a door. If I opened you up, Would I find something more? |
Lost Forever
Nadia Schwartz Rivero It’s dark, oh so dark Twigs block the shining sun The creepy howls from the weeping wolves echo in the night Light lurks in the forest The lovely light shines from a door An old brown door that existed before time A key, a key is what I need The trees guide me Sleepy eyes watch me I take the key from my small pocket Hands shaking Thoughts skyrocketing Key fits inside just right The door slams open Leaves fly down from the twisted tree branches The light blinds me I can no longer see Hope Untitled Rojin MK August 2013, the day that everything changed I was 13, small, naive and scared After all, moving to the other side of the world was hard But i knew it was my culture that I needed to guard The last night before the flight I was looking at the dark blue sky, not so bright Tears danced their way down through my cheek At that point by lips were locked and I couldn't speak Squick … I turned around and saw my mom She said “it’s time to leave my love” Suddenly I felt a coldness in my heart that I own Such that i felt it was made out of stone I grabbed my luggage and looked back one last time I wanted to have a last image of my room which once belonged to mine I grabbed the the cold and icy handel and closed the door Then I thought I would never forget this, I swore One Step Away Michelle Tian She, In the dark, Found light She, Within her soul, Found love She, Frightened and scared, Found power She was Hell Transformed to Heaven And all of it, Was one step away |