2022 Creative Writers Submissions

Story Time!

Used by: Finnegan Michigan

Puppet. That's what they call me. Kindness blinds me and empathy missguides me. As the people around me use me as a toy. I get played with, toyed with, and sorrow filled with their actions. Honey drips from the creavas of my mouth as my body is filled with it. And the strings permanently stay attached to me like a leash. Tied tightly around my neck. Leaving a rash that never heals. My heart no longer beats for me, and my mind constantly thinks only of the others I let go. As soon as my strings stop working and the honey stops pouring, will they go off and try to find the next susceptible? Leave me behind once again, like a misused toy?

Gentle Breeze by: Finnegan Michigan

Wandering beneath the willow tree.
Stumbling through the yellow beaten grass.
My worn clothes,
And ragged shoes,
Shows that my heart was all that's left.
Eaten slowly alive,
As the depression and anxiety slowly creeps on me.
And like an animal being hunted,
I fall to prey.
As my sight is slowly dimmed from the loss of sunlight.
The breeze plays a sweet melody with the branches of my beloved willow tree.

Back When I Was Younger by: Finnegan Michigan

Medical doctors. You think that they know a lot about your nerves and why as a teen you tend to not want to do your chores. Or why your hair hates you. Or even why that one guy who doesn't like you and judges you because you forgot to do ALL of your laundry and you didn't wash your favorite shirt so now you have to change your whole outfit because nothing else looks good with the pair of jeans you DID wash. Oh wait- that's an eighth grader.

Honestly, eighth graders scare the crap out of me and annoy me at the same time. Like theory do be judging me but then sometimes I just wanna drop kick them back to elementary to where they learn about the 3 golden rules of treating others the way you want to be treated, and then the other two of course.

Ah yes, singing the ABC's and counting 1, 2, 3. Not the Jackson 5 version, but life was indeed that easy before our brains and bodies grew and developed. Releasing stuff like hormones for some strange reason because life said "Period" *hand movement included yes*.

But yes, maybe doctors can tell when you're having a bad day or when you're just trying to be human. Living the life you once remembered from when you were younger and life seemed much simpler.
Chills by: Finnegan Michian

And then the fear baptized me.
As the void consumes me,
And the shadow of hands surrounds me.
As the life in my mind divides.
Again...
And again.
Try after try.
But no matter how,
The spine chilling fear
Will never disperse.

Broken Beauty by: Finnegan Michigan

She tries to forget.
She's begging to forget...
Broken over and over again.
Parents never understand.
Expecting every trick done right.
Be perfect.
Be kind.
Be everything but broken,
Toy.
Beautiful, she is.
Kindness, she resonates.
But when she falls the safety net disintegrates.
Even so, she gets up.
Only to climb higher in expectations.
With no sympathy,
She's supposed to jump higher.
Reach farther.
And snap easier.

Confession by: Finnegan Michigan

Things got a little dicey there, me.
Why not just say, "Congratulations! You just won the jackpot! Come on over and pick your prize! We got, date me, date me, and you guest it, date me! Which will you choose?"
Brain! He's not gonna choose any of those options!
Oh grow a backbone why don't cha?
That's your job!
Not really, I mean...Physically sure, but couragecally? No
Is couragecally even a word Brain?
Probably not, but hey! You are having a one to one, man to man, human to brain talk right now...so maybe?
Can I please press the power off button now?
If you can find it!
Oh my god! You sound just like my dad!
I mean, I was created with half of his genes...so that does make sense for once.
You're so annoying!
And you're missing your shot.

A Spinning Rhyme by: Finnegan Michigan

Lilly drip drip dripping from its pad,
Water sip sip sipping from its cup,
Chills creep creep creeping on my back,
Song sing sing singing from my mom,

Life keeps spinning on and on.
With my feet screwed to the ground.
My world will go round.
When life comes around.