<![CDATA[MIteen writers - Poetry]]>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 23:57:52 -0400Weebly<![CDATA[Blank Page]]>Mon, 13 Mar 2017 14:50:58 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/blank-pagePictureOriginal photography by Emma Shattuck
BY: Emma Shattuck, Ionia High School

​Blank page,
then it’s grease stained,
then you’re putting the finishing touches on your mistakes-
holding the pen this way you find,
you can’t re-bathe in holy water,
repenting sins to your mother.
I don’t think an unkind person should go to Heaven.
I meant to say, “I’m smart but impulsive,”
making beauty out of the ordinary,
finding the dirt under my fingernails more interesting than my studies.
Using black ink to go over the red letters because you don’t want your momma to think-
you haven’t slowed down-
since the parties,
red eyes pouring over the blue lines,
you’ve made it right back to where you started.
I meant to say, “I’m not finishing but just starting.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Emma is a senior at Ionia High School and works as a writer for school's online newspaper as well as works as an editor for this here magazine. She has also published the poem "Bird Talk" with MIteen Writers.
]]><![CDATA[Bird Talk]]>Mon, 06 Mar 2017 21:05:45 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/bird-talkPicture
BY Emma Shattuck, Ionia High School

Think the things that will hurt too much,
too much to be upfront.
Eyes water when you’re embarrassed,
but baby please let me have it.
You’re a lot of talk and I’m a lot of listen,
RIP to my emotions.
I bury them deeper than Cleopatra,
you’ll want to believe that didn’t come from me.
You feel better above me,
that’s why your grip is harder.
You’re the balloon in a house of fantasy,
hit the ceiling.
I’ll pull you back down I’m the string,
tied to your bed,
an illusory attachment.
You don’t think I notice,
white buffalo in your memories,
you don’t think I know this.
I’ll give you wings to take off,
if you just acknowledge that I’m the girl that you love.
Carry me deeper than Antony,
you’ll want me there when I don’t need you.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Emma is a senior at Ionia High School and works as a writer for school's online newspaper as well as works as an editor for this here magazine. 
]]><![CDATA[Momentous Bliss]]>Tue, 28 Feb 2017 18:53:53 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/momentous-blissPicture
BY: Gregory Harrelson, Kingsley High School

People see trees of green, 
Skies of blue, 
They know how to absorb a scene, 
But I'm focused on you. 
Your sun kissed cheeks, 
The way you smile at me, 
Carrying me through peaks, 
And how you make me feel free. 
The future may be uncertain, 
But I certainly am not, 
I want to dedicate my life to you, 
Even when my life stops. 
You never cease to carry existence, 
And my alter ego always opts, 
To hide from this beauty, 
Shield my eyes from this goddess. 
The way your hair falls, 
Like water on rocks, 
I push my heart to absorb your scenery, 
But with such beauty, 
My heart stops.

About the Author: Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression. He also has his poems "Willowed Memories" and "Special Moments" published by MIteen Writers.
]]><![CDATA[We are the Wallflowers]]>Tue, 28 Feb 2017 16:40:26 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/we-are-the-wallflowersPicture
By Kaitlyn Hickok, Ionia High School

We blend into patterns and swirls 
We are often not heard 
Not seen 
Not felt 
Not noticed 
We don't mind being in the dark 
We dance with shadows as 
We trace our fingers along peeling paper 
We watch others mingle through glasses like windows 
We accept the silence, but also the noise 
We don't contribute to the music and space filling 
We stand 
We hide 
We conform 
We are the wallflowers.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kaitlyn Hickok is passionate about writing and expressing with words. She believes that everyone has a voice and that it should be shared. Kaitlyn writes in her free time and hopes to turn it into a career. She is also the Editor-in-Chief of MIteen Writers.
]]><![CDATA[Special Moments]]>Tue, 28 Feb 2017 16:29:00 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/special-momentsPicture
BY: Gregory Harrelson, Kingsley High School

She asked me "am I special?" 
And I couldn't answer.
Anytime I looked
her in the eye,
my breath was gone,
and suddenly I'm
suspended over the world,
as if time and
existence no longer
had meaning.
As if I were otherworldly.
But that's what gives
it meaning, the way
I call her special.

About the Author: Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression. He also has his poem "Willowed Memories" published by MIteen Writers.
]]><![CDATA[Small Mistake]]>Mon, 20 Feb 2017 14:24:18 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/small-mistakePicture
By Mariah Miller, Ionia High School

For this serious mental flaw.
One in four people they say.
It’s just the luck of the draw.
A simple thing they have to face during the day.

And some don’t even try.
There is no way to stop.
And all she can do is cry.
Until the blood starts to drop.
The pain goes on for years.
There is nothing but rage.
All there is are tears.
There will never be a new page.
I found out there is no way to escape.

But all I am is a small mistake.

About the Author: "Let go and let the world pass through your fingertips." Life is stressful and you can't always have your way. Mariah Miller has learned this the hard way, probably just like any other 17 year old girl that goes to high school. Dedication and passion have always been a big role in her life. She sets goals for herself that she feels she can able to achieve. Life is hard, and we should never be afraid to ask for help or give help to those who need it. Life is to short to live in the negative.






]]><![CDATA[Willowed Memories]]>Mon, 20 Feb 2017 13:25:50 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/willowed-memoriesPicture
BY: Gregory Harrelson, Kingsley High School

It's sick, sitting under a sycamore, 
Wondering if there'd ever be more, if you and I could ever be more, 
Pushing thoughts out of you and me, 
You said you'd always love me, yet you were always jaunting. 
The image of you is forever haunting, 
And there's no way you can keep just flaunting 
Your new boy toy and his lack of feeling, 
But that's the secret to dealing 
With your emotions and life I guess. 
You could always say I was never the best, 
Leaving you wondering if I got rest or if I was gonna get a good grade on that test, 
But you didn't care, and it's never been fair, 
The delicate smell of your hair and the way you float through the air.

About the Author: Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression.
]]><![CDATA[The Impending Doom of Fitting In]]>Fri, 10 Feb 2017 03:26:44 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/the-impending-doom-of-fitting-inPicture
By Nick Brown, Ionia High School
​
I see her being ridiculed
for the clothes she's
wearing.
I see him being ridiculed
for the people he
sits with.
I see them being ridiculed
for the music that they
listen to.
Yet, I don't speak
Up.


Then comes my turn.
I'm ridiculed for the
Clothes I wear, the
Way I act, the
Things that are important
To me, and
Who I love.

But I deserve it.
Don't I?

About the author: Nick Brown is a sophomore at Ionia High School.  He is also on the MITeenWriters Staff.
]]><![CDATA[3 Years]]>Fri, 10 Feb 2017 02:56:45 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/3-yearsPicture
By Kaylyn Brown, Monroe High School
                                       
Its been 3 years since I've felt your hug.
3 years since I've heard your voice.
3 years since I've got to see you.
3 years since I've got to see your smile or hear your laugh.
3 years of missing you.
The worst 3 years of my life.
I've been staring at your pictures trying to repress the tears building up in my eyes.
I've been staring at your pictures wondering why you had to be taken from me.
I've been staring,
I've been staring, I have been staring at your pictures to memorize every little detail of you.
The way your eyes lit up when watching something you loved.
I remember the way you jumped from your seat when I got hurt on that soccer field.
I remember you carrying me and making me laugh through my tears.
I remember.
I remember, I remember and it still hurts.
When you left you took a piece of me with you, and now I have this whole in my chest that can never be filled.
I have dreams with you in them where I get to bury myself in your grasp and don't feel this constant emptiness.
I have dreams, I have dreams, I have dreams where I get to see you one last time and I wake up in tears because you aren't here with me.
You aren't here, you aren't here, you are not here and knowing that kills me. It has been tearing me apart from the inside out and I'm not sure how much of me is going to be left.

​About the author: Kaylyn is a sophomore at Monroe High School. She loves writing, and her favorite thing to write is poetry.
]]><![CDATA[Hello Depression]]>Fri, 10 Feb 2017 02:40:04 GMThttp://www.miteenwriters.org/poetry/hello-depressionPicture
​By Madison Grill, Portland High School

Your very words hold me up by my neck
I am your puppet I swear I do my best
I greet you with a smile a fake one nonetheless
Hello depression my best friend

​About the Author: I'm Madison, a sophomore at Portland High. I'm 16 and I love to write, there's not much more to really say.
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