Guthrie Memorial Teen Writer's Club

Guthrie Memorial Teen Writer's Club
The Guthrie Memorial Library Round Table Writers, so named for the table in our meeting room, have been sharing ideas and stories since November, 2010. We have been visited by Hanover Poet Laureates past and present, and we welcome any opportunity to learn more about the art of writing.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Dream Runner

I'm gone


Right now no one can catch me


And thats how I always wanted it


Freedom was my only wish


And you couldn't give that to me


So I'll run until the sun comes back up


This taste of freedom is all I ever needed to get through the day


This clean night air matching my legs as I'm finally free


My inner twilight rejoicing with my return


Welcoming me to the forest of my fantasy


Where everything is wrapped around the word harmony


Fairies join me in the never ending chase


Their glowing wings shed glitter to guide us through this mass dark


And here I roam free


Soon on one glourious night these legs will take me far enough


Far enough that Reality will never be able to catch me

Monday, March 28, 2011

It was a dark and stormy night

Ignore the post behind the curtain. It is serving the greater good.

Trapped

A plague slowly spreads behind locked doors,

eating away at the tattered remains

of the heart and soul of my city.


The cure is out of sight

and the antidote is wearing down,

the vile infection is slowly spreading.


As time passes

the city looks to end its suffering,

determined to be free one way or another.


The plague infects deeper,

with each passing minute the city sinks

and innocents fall to the ground in agony.


The heart and soul of the city is in decay,

the people are tired from the struggle,

they will soon let go of this dieing world.


Escape is so near,

our hands are slowly letting go,

yearning to exist in the painless void.


Soon our goodbys will be said,

the last smile will be seen

and our world will have never existed at all.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

From my heart to yours.

In a field of exotic flowers,

eyes closed and head tilted upward

breathing in slowly

the scent of true inner beauty,

my eyes snap open and my head quickly turns

to the source of a tear filled scream.


On the top of a hill,

surrounded by dark clouds,

lies a flower whithering from the absence of her sun,

pleading for the warmth and safety that once radiated over her

and to rid herself of this darkened world.


As I listen to each tortured plea,

tears streaming from every scream,

my heart rushes forward to the hills top, arms outheld,

yearning to save this whithering flower from a world without warmth,

to lift her above the clouds and into the light,

to turn her drooping smile into a sunlit grin

and to comfort her in my embrace so she may feel the love in my heart

and be free of every sorrowful tear.

Siren song

heed the siren's call, listen to the sound of her song as she lures you into the depths, succumb to her sweet kiss as she steals the very breath from your lungs, fall in love with her beauty, fall in love with your own sweet death...

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Never Was

i'm begging you
because i know you're never going to feel the way i do
you've pretty much told me i'm a whore
and that you don't want to fuck me again
frankly i could care less if i could just have your love
i was so sure before of how you felt but all it was,
was me lying to myself
you never loved me the way i loved you
or the way you said you did
so why would you ever
if after all that i've risked for you
how long i've stood behind you and up to you
why would you suddenly start?
if i keep holding on to you
all i'm going to get in the long run is a shattered heart
you're never going to get over her
you're never going to love just me
and love me the way i love you
i'm not fighting anymore
i'm not hoping anymore
because it's pointless
when you leave you'll have her
or you'll still love her
i've come to accept the fact there is no us
and there never was

Lie To Me

so tired of crying
so tired of the pain inside my chest
so tired of this want, this need, all this love for you
so many times i've prayed to got to please kill me
i've lain naked and covered in blood crying on the floor
more times than i could ever count
i've lain in bed night after night
wondering what all i did wrong
every time i look in the mirror i can't help but think that i'll never be good enough, pretty enough, just enough
it all seemed too good to be true in the beginning
that's why i was always so scared
you would roll your eyes at me, tel me all these things
but i'm the one who ended up being right
i was so afraid of losing you right from the start
but the truth is i never had you to begin with
you've always been hers, and you always will be
i'm so tired of fighting for something that never was
(though you say you did,
you never loved me the way i love you, because if you did it wouldn't have just gone away)
you tell me not to give up hope
yet there's nothing to hope for
i'm so tired of giving more than i get back
every time you ask me for a kiss it rips my heart out because you don't feel the way i do
when i kiss you
and you never will
and i'm pretty sure i'm no the one you want to be kissing
inside you're wishing it was her
i have no energy left to fight
fight for what??
there's nothing to fight for
nothing to hope for
you're her's plain and simple
we never had what i thought we did
what i risked everything for
and in that; everyone else was right
you seem to be content in someone else simply loving you
maybe i'm selfish
bu i don't care about your love
unless it's equal to my own
i could never be happy with less
so please keep your kisses
and i love you's to yourself
because all they do is lie to me

Over and Over Again

so empty inside
yearning to be filled
begging for the ache to stop
there goes one
and another
it never fails
always reaching
always alone
always being left over
and over again

Death Will Never Leave Us

when they're gone
here we are
left, broke, numb
hearts frozen over
lips sealed shut
fingers too cold to work
to stop
the fall
over the cliff
into the frozen sea below
plunging deeper
and deeper we fall
we drown
together forever
death will never leave us

The Real You

everytime i see you i just hope and pray you'll be back
or he'll be back?
i only see you sometimes
everyother time you're someone else
i miss you, the real you

Trying To Get It

sometimes i feel
like im only good enough to sneak around with
to "sleep" around with
although i knnow he loves me
how much i have no clue
not enough, i can tell you that
i know what's down this road
i've been down it so many times before
the trying not to kiss
but just giving in because of how much i want to
then when a girlfriend pops up out of the mix
all of a sudden you're the one trying to get it

i thought after not seeing him all summer i'd be so happy when school cam around
now i find myself wishing him away, yet yearning to be close

A lesson in alliteration

Tell the story of a day using only words that begin with the same letter.

A peaceful moment

Sitting on the grass,
wet from the mornings dew,
watching the multitude of colors,
rise from the earths floor,
listening to the silence,
as thoughts slowly fade,
falling deeper and deeper,
into the trance of the rising sun,
enjoying every moment,
every passionate color,
as the sun contintues to rise,
awaiting the turning point,
to when it begins to fall,
so new colors may be seen,
while in this peaceful moment,
experiencing the beauty of it all.

Friday, March 25, 2011

A Cloud

the stumbling used to help
the room spinning made everything seem okay
but why not today??
at some points it did feel that great
i would giggle
stumble around
but then it was as if a cloud went over me
and i began to cry

Which is worse?

which is worse
scars inside??
or out??
inhaling that cigarette??
or glass upon my skin??
drinking that bottle??
or letting the abyss swallow me??
taking medicine to go to sleep
to safety??
or walking amongst a world where every suicidal notion offers itself to me like candy??
hating yourself??
or fearing yourself??
so you tell me
which one's worse??

Not Oh-So Innocent

sitting in a chair
in that house
mind wandering back to that day
automatically you shut your legs tight
but you can't help but remember the pleasure
the feeling of being such a bad girl
but you knew oh so little
especially of how that one decision to be a rebel would change the rest of your life
suddenly you feel unsafe for if your parents couldn't protect you then how could they now
after all they were downstairs
simply a layer of wood, nails, and pipes
was between them and their baby girl
not oh-so innocent
Just checking this out, making sure it works for everyone........enjoying my tasty Doritos.