Creative Writing Chronicles






         Stratford High School’s Literary Journal

November 20, 2008

My Poem for Paige by P.L

Filed under: Uncategorized — awhite1 @ 1:16 pm

Clouds on a dreadful day…

Always seem to come my direction…

And the rain drops drop…

It seems to ease the pain…

 This raindrop is like hard liquor…

It rushes through your body and burns your troubles away…

Night after naght you lose all of your senses…

You wake up one morning wondering…

What happened???

And BOOM!!!!

A sudden pause…

All you can hear is the sound of your heart beat…

And a feeling like someone is beeting your heart with a bat…

But it stops after awhile…

You repeat the same thing day after day and night after night until…

You feel no pain again…

But what’s the point of wanting to feel again, before you realize that your dead…………?

November 14, 2008

Graduation 2009 By A.W

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 12:53 pm

Students of different races
Students with different faces
Yet they share one similarity
They’re tied together with friends in unity

I’m thinking you so much for the funny moments
For when I’m lonely, they’re wonderful ailments
Never will I forget all these memories,
Precious times; precious goodies

This class shall be united forever
In the same boat; having fun together

Now it’s time to go different ways
Time to spend our last few days
Laughing at the funny jokes
Recoiling from the harmless pokes

It’s so hard to say goodbye
Let’s just imagine it’s a time to fly
Promise me you’ll stay in my heart,
It’s so sad when we’re apart

Who will give those funny jokes?
Who will lighten our mopes?
Who can make the teacher laugh?
The teacher who is known to be rough?

Who can make field trips so fun?
Who can reduce our boredom to none?
Who will make learning bearable?
My new class?
No, that’s horrible!

I am going to miss you guys
So let’s all say,
our final goodbyes,

On graduation 2009

November 13, 2008

The Game of Life by C.L

Filed under: Non-Fiction — awhite1 @ 4:47 am

You  dream among giants, but only achieve this amongst yourself,

You amaze no one but yourself when the end comes.

Greatness has passed you by, but you still stand in amazement at what you have done.

Nobody sees the effort from the inside you put forth.

But only the physical aspect of what you created,

Whether it be hot or cold, nobody cares about the effort

But only the outcome that matters.

Greatness lies beneath the realm of your soul and conscience.

After the storm passes, you realize the depth of the hole you

have dug yourself is not out of the reach to crawl back out.

The digging was the easy part, the difficult task is getting yourself out.

Life is just a game of inches.

The inches that you need are everywhere around you.

You play every position the game has to offer.

You lose the yards, you gain the yards.

You make the out, you get out.

You score the goal, you get scored on.

You are ahead of the game, you are behind in the game.

When that clock hits zero, you could be down and out.

You could have lost by a huge margin,

You walk off the field of life with a smile on your face and your head held high.

Because from the time that clock started til the time that clock stopped,

You gave it your all, you never let up, never gave up.

Life has thrown you everywhere.

you will feel defeated, you will feel pain,

But whether win of lose, we all go to the same place.

He has seen you efforts,

He has seen when you are losing.

He saw when you were winning.

A win or loss is just a statistic, but in the game of life, you leave that field a winner because you never backed down!

November 6, 2008

Shades Of A Color By C-REE-US

Filed under: Song Lyrics — awhite1 @ 2:46 pm

I keep feelin’ effects of the defects

that perplex the projects and respects

the Kleenex that collects the dust of

suspects its own world selects

I keep feelin’ injects of poison where the

only one who elects is one who detects the

wrecks of blank checks and reflects sweat

on the necks of sex

I keep feelin’ dialects that intersect the

birth defects where architects blast sound

effects from their index finger from windows

of my duplex

I keep feelin’ black

I fall under the paperweight factions of

rappers who act like actors who hallucinate

the minds of real estate to populate the

second rate that accommodate the Gold Gate

I fall under the powers that imitate negativity

concentrate or shall I say complicate the

culture that will not elevate or dedicate the time

needed for teachers to educate

I fall under the potential that always seems

to relate to the cell mate through audiences that

captivate intelligence of the mind that would never

activate or stimulate through its own bell ringing

procrastinate

I fall under my skin

I always forget to be wooed by people who glued

Sundays dinner to soul food but reviewed the

crowd who booed when neither team could win or lose

I always forget to include the nude because the

rude never understand the cows who mooed over

those who viewed fast food as tha mouth that

never chewed

I always forget to chase the one who pursued knowledge

and laid in solitude to forget one who interiewed

the eyes that shampooed the multitude of the misconstrued

I always forget to look colorless

I never was on a mission to put competition

before my permission to be put in a condition

to be a musician who’s ambition was to defy

the mind of superstition

I never was a magician because I wanted

admission into a college with tuition higher

than I ever expect to make my disposition

I never was right with my definition to repeat

tradition but to make a transition to fill in

a higher position with books written about my

condition

I was never red, nor green, pink, yellow, blue,

purple, brown, gray, orange, white, gold, or silver,

but I was always black

November 2, 2008

The Crystal Slide by A.A

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 7:43 pm

Whirring down a spiral of a see-through crystal slide as pain follows me, but is heavier so it slides down quicker so it catches up with me faster than anticipated however, loneliness weighs a ton and slides down quicker than pain and soon, a race between sadness, pain, insanity, and loneliness begins to follow behind me.

down and down I slide and I soon see a light brighter than the sun.

I begin to float a lot about and off the crystal slide and my body exerts itself into darkness towards the vivid light. the pain, loneliness, insanity, and sadness continue; I float into a cloud of hope.

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