youth creativism

Young people in the Bay Area are doing great creative work! Here is a sample of art, photographs, cartoons and poetry by young people between the ages of 14 and 18.

When I walked through my streets last night
In between pavement and sky
A silhouette caught my eye
And I thought it was you I'd forgotten
Your cry
Your unsaid good bye
For a moment I thought it was you.
-unknown

It has to end.
When generosity falls like rain, only the meek can 
Decline.
Fondness with the spice of lies is all that refrains from what has always poured true.
She looks to herself because she can't see the ground anymore.
Importance sparks the fear and she abandons what was
Built solely for her contentment.
Happiness was segregated long ago.
Tides of love swell, but she refuses to watch and
They only roll over one another.
She moves on to bigger and better things.
But I tried so hard.

They say dying rests the soul,   
for who
those still alive
never; there's a suffocation of the throat
a never ending pain that lies in between
the veins that trigger insanity
I wonder will it ever stop; the constant cry
inside or will it remain until I die.
They say dying rests the soul
but my soul burns with anger
and it makes me think I am in danger of losing my soul
but not to the death of a dear person
will it ever feel the same
yes, for it is said dying rests the soul.

-in memory of "grandpa green" died Nov. 1, 1997
-Britni Arredono

The spirit Awake

The spirit awake
peering aghast eternity forlorn
sweet heaven I beseech'eth thee
adrift my wistful utterance
from beneath
the cold ether crumbles
my punishment regaled
in stentorious thunder
for weeping I repent
in sickness and slander
and of disparage and
mournful somber
comes this turn
of ethereal wander
too heavy to close but for never
to be opened again
my eyes the spirit awake
the spirit arise

-Neal O'donovan

Jaylyn Silvestre's Artwork

Bilal Trufant's Artwork