Creative Writing Chronicles






         Stratford High School’s Literary Journal

December 16, 2008

A Pregnant Teen by T.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:26 pm

Night after night I lay alone in my bed and i try to think about what’s right. I’m only 18 and there’s a baby on the way.  I left my boyfriend, but I always wish he was here. But I’m not I’m not alone though this hell, because my family loves me enough to stay right here. I’ve tried and tried to get him to understand, but his actions show me he doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter because he will be the one that misses out, simply because h chose not to be there. Until then my little girl is still on the way as an innocent soul stand in the middle. I don’t think me and him will speak before march 18Th.

Daddy Is Confused by T.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:17 pm

I’m sorry your daddy doesn’t see how important it is for him to come around while your sitting in the whom. Don’t ever think it because of you. He just acting like he’s scared of you. I sure he can’t wait to be close and tell you how much he loves you to. I guess since he can’t have me he doesn’t want you.I prey that isn’t true, but daddy just needs more time to sort things out, even if it meant leaving me and you out to. Daddy’s going to learn, but not before he knows that I will never love him as much as I love him.

Note From Mommy by T.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:08 pm

Everyday you grow stronger as I grow weaker. I don’t ever regret having you in my life. With you my job in simple, I gave you life and you show me love through every muge. I only see you in my dreams as an angle. i can’t wait to meet you in person on schedule. Whenever i do see you for the first time i will think god everyday for sending such a precious angle. until then be safe my precious angle.

What so Great About Love? By T.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:00 pm

The whole world seems to revolved around this emotion we call love. What is love?Whats so special about love? I see love as wishful thinking for some and easily reached by others. For me love is measly a dream. A dream that i can only have in my sleep. In this dream you love me as much as I love you. But in reality, this dream could never be true. You can tell me roses are red and violets are blur, but you’ve never shown me that you love me as much as I’ve loved you.

Where Im From….by D.H

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:32 pm

I am  from raggedy buildings within Hitler’s raft

I am a place where the ketchup is sweeter than candy

I am white and paneled walls in which I’m trapped physically and emotionally

I am from a freelanced world in which no one cares what you really do or say

I am from a world where a man’s love doesn’t matter, but a woman’s generosity is taken for granted

I am from a household of 1 and the other parent is living a separate life

I am from a quite neighborhood with violence all around it

I am from chaos, but has serenity within it

I am from a place where babies are having babies

I am from a place in which where you are from is how you were brought up tp be

I am from tantrums medication in which I need to alive

I am from oxygen of my daddy’s lungs for which I could’ve been lifeless

I am from my journey in which I lived for 17 years now if it wasn’t for the journey in which I faced I wouldn’t be here right now!

Treshaun by D.H

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:19 pm

He was your friend

You were his friend

He died of natural causes, but you wish you could kill what killed him

Your ex friend let him do it knowing he could die from it

He was already very sick, but they allowed him to sniff his life away

The pills that he rolled on had him lifeless

Now he’s in the hospital memory dead

He doesn’t know you or anyone else

The pills and seizures messed up his health

Now that his gone to a better place

He can live in the sky so when you need him thats’ where he will be when ya’ll will one day meet again!

Life by D.H

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:11 pm

He is my life

He’s apart of me

He made me laugh

He made me cry

I hope you are still alive whenever you are

I hope you know we love you and still care

I don’t want you to be stripped of everything I know you can bare

I still see your shattered emotions on the doors and walls

I want you to be bigger and better than everyone around you is or can be

I need you to live mentally, emotionally, and physically

Cuz if you don’t apart of me will die inside

He needs Mother Nature in his life, But she ignores his callings

When he reaches out for your touch you disappear like a car in the night time sky

He needs your heavenly guidance more than ever so pay attention

Cuz if you don’t he will disappear into his mental state of mind where he might never return.

Do you remember? by D.H

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:02 pm

Do you remember when we were all close?

Do you remember when we used to just chill?

Do you remember when we never used to argue?

I remember all these things

The question is,”Do you remember?”

Do you remember when we used to talk about everything?

Do you remember when we used to laugh about everything together?

Do you remember when we used to tell all r secrets to each other?

I remember all these things

The question,” Do you remember?”

Do you remember when we used to play with barbies and have no cares?

Do you remember when we used to not know how to talk to boys?

Do you remember when we used to not know how to dress in the everyday fashion?

I remember all these things

Do you remember when none of us had boyfriends?

Do you remember when we all used to have low self-esteem?

Do you remember when none of us wanted to be friends anymore?

I remember all these things

The question,”Do you remember?”

Do you remember when we could give each other advice?

Do you remember when we used to bring each other food when one of us didn’t have it?

Do you remember when we used to buy each other gifts on holidays and birthday?

I remember all these things

The question,”Do you remember?”

co you remember wanna remember the good and bad times that we have shared?

If you didn’t wanna remember all these things, I suggest you not remember me.

 

Courage by D.H

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 12:46 pm

You have given me courage

Courage to become me

Courage to become a better person

You have inspired me to be me

Courage has made me want a better life

You just have to believe in yourself and have people to support you each and everyday

Courage makes your future decisions

Life is my courage: it has given me a voice and has prepared me for life after high school

So if your life has given you Courage the way it has given me than you will be a great success

colorful journey by C.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 12:38 pm

I have faced  it all

Prejudice and race

All because the skin

And tune of my face

Orange, red, and yellow

Purple, blue, and green

American is the most diverse place

I have ever seen

I have been through life

And seen it all

 Because of this colorful journey

I’ve seen nations fall

The hatred and racism must all stop

People to people

That’s all we got

Its time to go blind

And clear your mind

But this silly issue of racism

All behind!

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