Outside my window
Outside my window, I view the people go by Each body, and each mind, and each eye, and each life So complex and alive. So different from mine What struggles do they face? Do they cry and whine? Or are they stoic and strong, mouth thin as a line I’m jealous of them, for I […]
Outside MY Window—STL
My corner of the world is about 38.6270° N, 90.1994° W. Or, if you don’t like coordinates, it sits on the western bank of the muddy Mississippi River. St. Louis has a long history, with many stunning buildings. Of course, we are also home to the Gateway Arch, which has been dubbed “The Gateway to […]
The View Outside My Window
Every day I am awakened from my sleep to a bright ray of sunlight shining through my window, reminding me that another undelightful day has begun. Birds chirping away flying from one tree to another, squirrels climbing up the tree and jumping to the fence and you hope this day would be a different day but you come to realize it […]
Trapped in The Other World
In a small cabin in the woods of Oregon there was a girl. This girl lived in the woods for one reason. To take care of her grandmother she hunted, and picked wild plants for her grandmother she had a job in town to earn enough money to buy medicine for her grandmother. This grandmother […]
Outside My Window
It was a windy morning In Maryland, young Lillian, or also called Lily, stared outside her window in boredom. “Mommy?”, Lily asked. “Yes Lily?”, Her Mother asked with a smile. “When can I go outside?”, she asked jumping off the couch and tugging her mother’s dress. Her mother chuckled as Lily stood there in boredom. “Lily, You have to wait”, […]
A Life with Type 1 Diabetes
I’ve always been a bit different from other people. Not in a necessarily bad or good way, mainly just different experiences. I was home-schooled most of my life until I decided to try out school a few times, finally sticking with it in high school since I’ll need to graduate that if I want to […]
Unspoken
My name is Marabeth Addington. I live in my family’s house, but they’ve left me behind in this quiet, unwelcoming place. This house is unclean and covered with cobwebs. The house has busted windows and chipped paint. The paint makes me think about how my family became broken within seconds. Some of the time, I […]
Life from my perspective outside my window
Life from my perspective is pretty crazy. I’m currently looking outside my window saying, “What should I write,” I could write about my perspective, what I am doing, anything similar to that. I’ll write about my perspective. I’m just a 14-year-old girl, named Ella, that just tries to get good grades and be kind. If […]
What’s Outside Your Window?
What’s outside my window? What a great question, so ignored and underappreciated. Probably because the most common answer is just, “grass” or “buildings.” I mean, it’s not wrong; just not what it could be. Well, outside my window, is grass. Outside my window sits lush green grass, towering trees, messily made and repaired roads, and […]
Life of 314
262 people. 262 people were killed in my hometown last year. New record for us since 1970, but I’m not sure it’s one I want my city to have. Growing up in St. Louis Missouri, we are taught about the arch and the people that came from here. But I seem to notice that my […]
Beyond The Closed Curtain
Sometimes I like to keep my curtains closed Because it pains me to see the things outside of my window A single mother struggling to pay rent It’s hard to keep the lights on, or provide for her kids There’s a homeless guy that I always see And I beg my mom to give him […]
Behind the Glass
When I look outside my window I see people People who used to be clear now masked Expressions, emotions hidden under that dark screen This new normal must be stopped Before I lose all I used to know I used to see kids running the streets, now empty I used to see restaurants packed full, […]
This Imperfect World of Ours
Outside my window I cannot see from the fog that covers, from the government that hovers. From where we are not judged from the character within, but rather from our gender or the color of our skin. I cannot comprehend, “Girls should cover everything,” but boys walk around with pants thinner than thin. Where money reigns and depicts, […]
Looking Outside
outside my window, i see many things. trees and grass, sure. lots of houses and decks, naturally. but those things don’t really matter. they don’t quite mean anything. instead, i like to watch the weather. i watch how the people bundle up, how we play and talk and eat, how dogs’ tails wag and neighbors casually talk. […]
Outside my Window
Outside my window, The sun rises in the morning, The wind blows without warning, And the trees are reforming, Outside my window, I see faces out in the open, But their masks hide their true emotion, And their eyes look unspoken, Outside my window, Students are waking at the crack of dawn, Their brains are […]
Watching You
I feel something staring at me from across my room staring at me but they will show their selves. Here I am staring at someone from across my room hoping one day I can show myself. Since the new neighbor moved in, it feels like strange things are happening well maybe if I just ignore everything things will get better […]
Window of Truth
Outside my window Is the air I breathe from the man-made machines burning my lungs like a cigarette still lit out on the window sill Put it out and look past the curtains to the world that false advertised my future and made it crawl into the sewer where the bugs and rodents ate what was left of my life and let me expire […]
You the Bird
Perhaps from the view of a stranger one would think that the young teen was deep in his own thoughts, the concentrated look on her face and furrowed brow pondering the truth of existence. In reality, it was just me, trying to get over another thundering headache that seemed to come every afternoon around the […]
Window
During class, bored, while my classmates talk, I look past their heads, and there would always be a window, why? Maybe the calm, and the peace of nature, maybe the feel of warmth, a break, or maybe because of the lighting to make themselves more presentable? I saw the sides of skyscrapers, the streets of manhattan.Outside mine, I see the roof […]
The Guilt Outside My Window
My window feels pain, sorrow, discomfort and struggle. As I sit in my rocking chair and watch birds fly by, children laughing and playing, my friends ride by on bikes pocket stuffed with candy. I notice a rain cloud in the distance, I notice the birds drop to the ground dead, lifeless. I notice the […]
