Creative Writing Club is a student organization at Myers Park that gathers to share and improve their writing skills and original work. Through collaboration, instruction, and practice, the members are able to foster their writing abilities and express their emotions and creativity through this outlet. A typical meeting begins with going over a few writing prompts to ignite inspiration, followed by a writing lesson. The club covers a wide variety of topics at each meeting and sometimes the members collaborate to create new characters together.
The president of the club, Catherine Munroe, says her favorite thing about the Creative Writing Club is “getting to hear everyone’s story and see how excited they get to add to the club’s lesson”. This club is important not only to its members but to the Myers Park community as a whole because “it can be used as a creative outlet for many students as well as a way to meet new writers and learn new tips”, Catherine says.
One form of writing that the club practices is poetry. When asked why poetry is important, Catherine replied “it’s a way to dump emotions out without there having to be a certain setup or background lore, characters, scenes, etc. It shows the raw human emotions that can be difficult to describe”. The writing club is a great creative outlet for any students at MPHS who may be interested in joining, and showcases the wonderful work that can be produced when creativity and academics are explored jointly.
The following collection of poems showcases the work of the Myers Park Creative Writing Club.
The time we had
Was pretty rad
The time we spent
Made me a gent
The way you laughed
Made me smile
Back then for you,
I would run miles.
The day then came,
When I confessed
Ever since then,
I have repressed
Though all my feelings
Are locked away
I still regret
And wish you stayed.
– Anonymous
The sun was setting on the horizon. A gentle breeze flowed through the valley. They say by the tree. Although you tried to focus on the sunset, you couldn’t take your eyes off of them. They looked so elegant leaning against a tree. Their hair swaying in the wind. “Hey, I love you.” They say. A comfortable silence fills the air. You’ve been waiting for this to happen. “Romantically?” You ask hesitantly. They look at you. “No. I’ve always loved you as a friend, and I always will.” Your heart drops to your stomach. You struggle to hold back the overwhelming wave of tears. You choke on your words as you get out the words. “I love you too…”
– Anonymous
The sky is grey with rolling black clouds
The cold winds picked up shaking the trees, causing their screams to fall out
The ravens flying overhead, beady eyes dripping their sins onto your soul
The hitchhiker’s eyes have become soulless, I think he’s dead.
The houses on my street are creaking, the sounds vibrating the air
The screams are filling the air, glass shattering, wood splitting
The floors creak from heavy steps and objects
Metal clanking around
The screams have gone silent
The red is flowing
The sound of bones cracking and the air from the body escaping causes a sweet gurgling sound
The hitchhiker is now laid out on the ground, skin turned blue
The ravens are gone, moving on to the next town
The trees are finally silent and the wind has died down
The black clouds now cover the small town
– Catherine Munroe
Water runs clear now
Yet you stay fresh in ember
Times gone with the wind
– Dani Lombardi
“Please just laugh with me”
No one’s ever asked me that
“Please don’t leave again–”
“Of course love, never again”
Lies of warm nights passed
– Dani Lombardi