Category Archives: Digital Literacy

Command-Delete

A dusty unfinished novella, sitting unloved on my desktop,

Awaits the pause of the cursor, the little feedback high

It gets from a click to open.

Waiting patiently for the cursor to reopen it,

As its ideas gather dust in my mind.

Sometimes, the cursor might hover over it for a moment,

And it will feel loved,

And hopeful for its life to be continued, and fleshed-out.

But its hopes are dashed against the rocky cliff of time,

As memories of plot and characters fade until,

One day, it gets selected again.

Command-Delete

by zeusfireair

I love these kids.

I love these kids.

Young writers, reaching out and helping each other. We’re all the same. It’s never easy for anyone.

November Bike Path

November Bike Path

a new photographer has emerged in the YWP community

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/75534

WikiHow Can’t Tell Me How to Love You

by Usagi

WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue
I went to Yahoo Answers, they said shove it up my ass
So I went to SparkNotes, told me how to pass my class

but WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue

about my arm around your waist
and your disappointed face
and your perfect lips saying that we’re through–
what did I do–

WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue
The Wikipedia page on love’s
all hearts and doves and stars above
and dopamine and serotonin,
no apologies and no atonement
the Internet’s no place to go
to look up what I should have known

WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow can’t tell me how to love you
WikiHow doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue

So if Google cannot save the day
I’ll shut my mouth, behave, and pray
that magically you’ll take me back right now–
or someone will respond on Wi–ki–How——–

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/74611

 

Reassigning Identity

(Meta-writing from the YWP. Do you agree with the sentiment?)

by IrisDoll

There’s a reason I write, it isn’t amazing, or even original. I write because I can’t do anything else.

I write because in putting my pen to the paper, I can breathe. When I put my pen to the paper, my emotions can become words. Thoughts and feelings, are stenciled into the blue, college ruled lines; the incoherent, jungle gym brain is sorted into categories made of numbers and letters.

The fictions that live on my paper and in my mind are all real. Instead of first person, singular pronouns are the third person, singular pronouns. The specific, singular “you”, becomes a general, plural  “you”.

I remove myself from the story, yet I’m there in each line. I am the girl ripping open her toes in her black leather dance shoes, while she’s told to be pretty, and to make it look easy.

I’m the girl struggling to hide her sobs behind the shield of her Rapunzel blond hair. I’m that girl, who prefers full words to the abbreviated big brother forms.

Then there is you (and you know, that I’m talking to you). You creep in to every rant, each line break, and all the commas. You wrap yourself into my similes and metaphors. You hide behind the theme. But you, you aren’t just you, you are many, you are vous, not tu.

The fiction I write is pure and untainted. All “I”s are meant with passion; hatred and love, meant in that moment. “You”s have no value assigned. They are encrypted, safe behind my lock and key.

I write, because in writing I’m able to stay sane. I can pour my emotions out on to the page, instead of down into the bottle inside of me.

I write because in writing, I find what I feel.

I write because I want the ink and graphite stain on my smallest finger.

I write, because I want to write.

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/61189

What Happens When You Write Like a Silly Person

What Happens When You Write Like a Silly Person

The real reason to “try to sound smart” on the internet.

Ode to the iLoad

Silently watching blue bars grow

and percentages that only slow

frozen screens, rainbow pinwheels

time once fluid, now congeals

dpd

Daniel FTW!

Daniel FTW!

(Her dad and I*)

Tweet Poem

Image

I’d tweet to the heavens if I thought it would help.

One hundred and forty characters

is not enough

for someone

who spells things out.

It would only fit

I love you

twelve times.

-dpd

Powerful

This is the final stanza to poem called “Whilwind Memories” by Wild Child

I can’t stop my memory from going to

where it’s always gone.

All paths lead to you,

but you no longer

wait at the

end.

http://www.youngwritersproject.org/node/70948