Creative Writing Submissions Pt.2
MHSHS Creative Writing Club collaborates with MHSHS Hunter-Gatherers to bring you short creative writing every release! All subjects referenced in these writings are fictionally based and not in reference to any individual.
Wildflowers [Emulation Poem on Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese”]
Written By Musfikah Maishah (March 2023)
I am not perfect, I don’t have to be.
I should not have to step on every stepping stone
All those days alone in my cold-lit room, feeling remorse.
Let the single strong-willed sapling of my frail body
grow into a blossom.
If I expose my burdens, will you?
And even still, for the time being, life goes on.
Still the rivers and the hailing jewels of Earth
that are traveling across the beautiful green terrains,
and the colorless houses and the lifeless trees,
the dense cities are still within reach.
Still the wildflowers, low on the fertile lands, are
growing to their fullest.
And when I was alone in my cold-lit room, I finally knew,
the world offers its inhuman charms,
like the wildflowers, growing strong —
again and again, trying to tell me I have potential and that one little mistake
is not the same as doing a thousand good things.
Void
Written By Ginny Glidden (March 2023)
People say that life came from either space or the sea
I don’t see the difference
Deep space and deep sea
You can suffocate in either
And I don’t quite care which endless expanse of nothing we came out of
All I know is both are hauntingly beautiful -
voids,
empty of everything but every shade of darkness
the deepest part of our universe god herself couldn’t force light to shine
seemingly uninhabited, but you know better.
your heart wouldn’t be pounding in your ears if you knew you were here alone
(because that’s right, you’re ten thousand leagues under the sea
or way past pluto, and you can’t see stars anymore)
but whatever it is, you can’t see it
you can’t see anything
and you’re trapped in your slow, heavy, shivering body
stuck under a membrane of cold sweat and the coffin of your suit
and the only sound is your own shallow, shaky breathing
that slices through your throat and takes in less oxygen with every strained inhale
and you’re gonna die here aren’t you
in an abyss where no one will ever find your body
and when was the last time you checked your oxygen levels
and your hyperventilating isn’t helping your spinning head
but,
once you start thinking straight again,
and start moving forward again,
you’ll find it just as beautiful as I do.
your thoughts becoming quieter as you float further into the dark
but as soon as you hear the singing
or see the little glowing lights
or feel your heartbeat slow
or your body being drawn toward something ahead of you
you have to get home
if you can decide which direction is up.
Seashore by the Seashells
Written By Byran Zhao (March 2023)
By the seashore; filled with mere delights.
As seen by yours truly,
yearning isn’t enough.
From here on now, my farewell greets you.
Let it greet; don’t be charmed.
Hereafter is what I’ve been praised for.
Neither hatred nor love exists for you.
Shells by the shore; let it wave and coast.
Gradually, but bitterly, the verse slips from my tongue.
Everlasting dreams are real,
little ludicrous me had learned.
Settle for love, yet misery was caught
Never-ending dreams; where’s my happily ever after?
Reality strikes me by the day,
though by the night,
regrets consume me.
A sea of despair; that once belonged to me.
My voice relieves their anguish; it truly takes the ache away.
Yesterday has passed,
and tomorrow is yet to come.
Eternity is seen; abiding by his ambitions
I watched from the shore; awaiting his return.
Guilelessly dreaming of the days,
where I swam through the ocean
with my lavish tail and I.
I'll move on someday; only to the relief of my despair.