Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Writing process

In a sense of victory
I hold up what is mine
All these years I worked on
My own life and times

Putting ink to paper
In a leather cover fine
Hoping that someone would read
My life, love, and rhymes

The days in sun
And when snow whined
In the time where love won
And souls were kind

I converted this life
To a physical type
And amidst loss, love, and strife
I have tears to wipe

What of this book
That no one will read
It was a tree cut, and shook
It had memories

A young woman
Once sat at its base
Peeled and ate apples
With memorable grace

A young man
Brought by a date
Joined the young woman's hand
Under a tree of fate

An age later
Men have came
And these traitors
Gave this ancient, pain

In a sense of sadness
I take down what is mine
This item is madness
Murder redefined

I recycle my work
And tell of the tree
And all it was worth
Came with words from me





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback