Creative Writing Chronicles






         Stratford High School’s Literary Journal

December 15, 2008

Stress by C.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:25 pm

grades are due

I waited to the last minute

And i am a senior

-I forgot to mention

I’ve worked hard all year long

Through all my stress I stayed strong

I went to work, I stayed on top

It’s senior year, time for the stress to stop

I am tired of book, books, projects and reading

But these things are necessary if I plan on succeeding

I want to go to college and be nothing but the best

But I need to find a way to cope with this stress

Scandalous By C.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:19 pm

You use him for his stuff

His money and his car

I hate to see

How scandalous girls are

You use him only

because of your greed

because yo mama slacks

In giving you what you need

I thought it was only males

But females are dogs

you greedy little pig

you are a worthless hog

You stupid whore

Your not worth anything at all

Every time I see you

I want to smack you in the hall

To bad he is to blind

To realize and see

How scandalous you are

You selfish little *B*

Ode To The Boy I Love by C.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:12 pm

Baby i love you

I love you so much

From your tender kiss

To your compassionate touch

baby i love you

I love you alot

When we are together

It seems like your all i got

baby i love you

At home and at school

from your intelligent ways

To when you’re acting a fool

Baby i love

 When i see you in the halls

Through the fans and the haters

We still stand tall

Baby i love yo

Through our relationship is complex

From the way we fight

Baby i love you

No matter what you do

Tell hoes to stop hatin

Because no one loves you like i do!

A Fourteen Year Reality by C.M

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:00 pm

It’s almost over

It’s time to finally grow up

Through my fourteen years

Life has been rough

Through the good and the bad

The fun and the sad

I have appreciated

The fourteen years i had

I have expierieneced a lot

From students to teachers

Parties and even meeting  boys under the bleachers

In just a few months

it will be over

No time to spare

But much to cover

Its time to move on

Its time to grow up

I have to move on

My fourteen years are up

IM GROWN NOW!

Im Here by S.K

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:20 pm

Don’t worry

I’m here

Forget him,

You can do better.

Be calm’

he’s gone,

I’m here,

Always friends till the end,

My shoulders are up,

My arms are out,

Come cry,

I’m here,

I feel your pain because,

I’m here

Grown by S.K

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:16 pm

What is being grown?

It is how you walk,

How you talk,Or how much money you have?

What is being grown anyways?

Having sex as young as 13,

 Getting pregnant just for popularity,

or having more fake friends, than real ones?

What is being grown anyways?

Balling off a $20 check

Talking out the side of your neck,

Trying to be “bad” for attention?

What is being grown anyways?

The dates you pull during the week,

Not being faithful because of a sideline chick,

What is being grown anyways?

Is it your age,

Your style,

Or is it your sense of humor?

What is grown anyways?

US by S.K

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 1:09 pm

Me and you

Without me, there is no you,

Without you, there is no me,

Without me or you there is no us,

Us sounds good together

So why aren’t we?

We need each other.

You and me

 Without you, there is no me,

Without me, there is no you,

Without you or me, there is no us,

Let’s be us again

I hate how we are now, not together,

Can we try again?

Me and you

Without me, there is no you,

Without you, there is no me

Without me or you, there is no us,

I get lonely!

December 11, 2008

Stages by S.P

Filed under: Poetry — awhite1 @ 2:29 pm

Born as a baby

raised as an child

developed into an teen

matured after awhile

goofed off in class

Then became ahead

started with D’s and C’s

Progressed to A’s and B’s

worked in fast food

Headed toward fast fast money

Hired down town

Now i move around

Settled down to be married

 And got swept off my feet

Settled down to have had kids

And kids i did see.

what is the Definition of fakeness? by S.P

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — awhite1 @ 2:23 pm

What is fakeness?

fakeness is the definition of false

What is False?

False is the definition of not real

What is not real?

Not real is the definition of artificial

 What is Artificial?

Artificial is the definition of synthetic

What is synthetic?

Synthetic is the definition of barbie

What is barbie?

Barbie is the definition of manufactory

Fakeness is a tool that will always be used

It’s an offensive tool that breaks all the rules

Friendships, to families, to relationships, to hearts,

fakeness will break this all apart.

=’s Cup Cakes and Sour Milk by S.P

Filed under: Uncategorized — awhite1 @ 2:13 pm

1. Boyfriend’s hugs

2. =’s cup cakes

3. Then gives you mugs

4. =’s sour milk

5. Getting a job

6. =’s cup cakes

7. Then getting robbed

8. =’s sour milk

9. Nails done nice

10. =’s cup cakes

11. paying the price

12. =’s sour milk

13. making sweet love

14. =’s cup cakes

15. having a cub

16. =’s sour milk

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