Creative Writing Club
Examples of Members Work

 

Poetry is…

            and always will be.

an expression of the soul.

            the inner thoughts coming out.

            what it means to you.

            the story of life set to the music of emotion.

            an outlet.                           (L. Smith)

 

Poetry is…

            written from the heart.

            deep, emotional, or down-right silly.

            what makes the literary wheel go ‘round.

            a wonderful form in which you can express your innermost thoughts or your sense of humor with just a few simple words.

            overflowing with a really whole bunch lot of superfluous adjectives.

            sometimes redundant sometimes repeats itself sometimes.            (R. Jackson)

 

Poetry is…

            expressionless feeling.

            the line between genius and insanity.

            the unloved art.

            the formlessness in form and wordlessness in words.

            the feeling you get when you have to let “it” all out but don’t know what “it” is.

                                                                                                                        (Pepe)

 

 

 

Reverse Thievery

or

Your Cigarette

Sasha McBrayer

 

In the midnight road

from the car in front

a cigarette

sails out onto

black pavement.

 

The movement,

the item itself,

the reverse thief of a hand,

stealing by discarding

rather than taking

what does not belong;

I see none of those.

 

Only the orange eruption of

flame

catches my startled eye

as a supernova ignites,

then dies

quickly

leaving no trace in the darkness;

black hole landscape.

 

It is the way you abandoned me,

stealing

in reverse,

taking a part of you

given by God,

like an organ perhaps,

and tossing it out the car window

to smolder painfully

and then suffocate

on the black top,

be tread upon by the passing cars.

 

I was your cigarette.

 

 

Siu Lan

 

 

Some

thing broke free

caught

in hands held

tight

wrest less

fighter makes a show

swallowing hollow

won’ts.

 

Shadow is bone

bone has flesh

flesh ripples

roars

pounds

paws fists

paws wrists

tiny prints behind

breaking shaken ground

by force

anvil

swallowed whole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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MEMBERS' WORKS

 

 

Emotion

by

Becca J.

 

I am eternally FINE (Freaked out, insecure, neurotic, emotionally stuffing it).

Allow me to explain.  Since "fine" is NOT a feeling,

that is what it stands for.

Although I am not always FINE, it is my favorite "emotional phrase".

 

Just Thoughts...

 

Clay

"I never remember my dreams; I probably have night terrors."

 

Ben

"If you fight with feather pillows, someone is bound to get a quill stuck in his face."

 

Other Voices...

"C'mon, lemme inside.  I don't like it out here.  I feel alone...I wanna be with you in the house.  Just look at my cute little puppy dog eyes.  They love you; they really do.  I'm a good boy, see?  Lookamee standing out here in the snow.  You gotta let me in...you just goota!  I'm fun.  I'll even do tricks for you.  Or maybe you want me to lay on your feet and keep them warm.  I'll do it.  How can you resist an offer like THAT?"

Losing You

by

Leah Smith

 

The unnatural urge to admit how I feel

Realized it didn't matter

You moved on

It sucks

I hat it.  I wish it would go.

Two lives partially together, then delicate threads ripped to pieces.

You

Drifting.

Except you aren't really drifting.

You have helped me more than anyone else.

You

Teaching me to breathe,

Helping me, holding me

No

You weren't drifting.

You left.

You

Giving me wings,

Breaking them.

Me

Feeling hurt.

Lost.

You left

Me.

I'll Fly.

 

Creative Writing Club started the year with an organizational meeting on August 19th. 

Our next meeting began with the prompt:  "The contemplation of death during life..."  Writers were challenged to use the prompt to complete "one true sentence" to reflect their beliefs.  The following are examples of their unique thoughts:

The contemplation of death during life...                                                                                      

"makes the smiles and tears seem more important."  Leah Smith   

"can be both scary and exciting...but mostly scary...yet still exciting."  Becca Jackson

"forces me to consider unsolved questions about myself."  jaime

"is a constant and heavy thing."  Holli

"is the thought of someone who lives with regrets."  C.S.

"is illogical; live now and live strong and don't fret over death." E.

"scary, but exciting.  I know I will be happy, but leaving my family and friends is scary and sad."

 

Our “Night Write” was held on October 17^th at the Ashland Cemetery.  Students imitated the work of Edgar Lee Masters in their writing of Spoon River Anthology poems

 

December 9th prompt:

 

I Had the Sudden Urge to...

 

Create the other day, which is both inconvenient and out of the ordinary.  At the time, I didn't have the time to give up my time to create.  (And one can't create time, after all.)  It seems like when it's time for me to create, the only thing I create is a wasted time. 

 

 

Suddenly, I had the unnatural urge to fly.  I want to soar over the world, peering down at the mountains and the deep valleys.  I want to defy everything known, accepted, and natural.  Why can't it change?  Who says black when I say white?  The answer's no, but I want it to be yes.  I want to defy gravity.        L.F.

 

I suddenly had the unnatural urge to take off my soul and run screaming.  Anonymous

 

Yolk, yellow, and oozy, it leaks into the kaki bowl.  Pepe

 

I suddenly had the unnatural urge to push the pen to form new worlds of zeroes and ones to replace the facial features of the President of the Universe, and whistle songs I used to hum out of tune.  I have "lyratosis" and can't quite make out the words to your song.  I am sideways, spiraling toward randomness.    Anonymous

 

 

December 2nd Acrostic Attempts

 

Kills everyone.

Incest-ual.       

Neurotic.         

       Good of the people.

Salute me.         

 

Counting down the day

On to a new life

Leaving the old behind

Longing for new to begin

Endless nights of studying

Getting no rest at all

Enjoying life to the max.

 

Pink

Elephant

Trunks

Use

Needles

In

Arithmetic.

 

 

Gray

Rats

Are

Now

On

Loan,

Annotated.

 

 

 

Our next Poetry Contest will be announced soon!

Last Year's Winners:

Fixed Verse                            Free Verse

Trevor Williams   1st Place   Kathryn Reaves

Vanessa Hutchinson     2nd Place    Clay Shields

Rebecca Jackson    Hannah Sloan      Leah Smith