Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit, which features typewriters that visitors can interact with directly. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!
This poem is bittersweet and beautiful. Thanks for sharing, anonymous visitor.
The years have no reins
A tapestry of pastel colors
Simple joys and pains
Eyes softly closing
Old days play in my mind
A gentle trusting love like ours
So beautiful and kind
Once hand in hand
We slipped away
I’m haunted with the reasons
A sudden fall
Then winter’s death
Denied our loving seasons
Choosing to be a Poet
Another visitor left us with some musings on why they became a poet – a nice compliment to this week’s poem.
As a poet, people always ask, “Why did you decide to start writing?”
I never have a straight answer. I didn’t “decide” when the words wanted to flow out of me. I didn’t “decide” when the pages began screaming for ink. All I can remember is feeling. Feeling like if I didn’t pick up the pen, I would have never found the courage to let the words escape me.
I just remember feeling something about saying everything with pretty much nothing.
These words aren’t facts, but they are my truths. Truths I had to run after, cry over, laugh at, and love. Words can, and will, change the world.
-written or spoken-
They are the most powerful tool and I’m simply just sharpening my weapon.
Why Do They Always Leave Her? by Lizzy McBride
This visitor is also probably a little sad, but it is a nicely written story just the same. Thanks Lizzy!
I honestly don’t know what to write. I’ll try my best. There once was a t-
Scratch that… Once upon a time, there was a young girl whose name I can’t remember. She was never allowed to leave the safety of her small village. She was happy there when she was younger. But she had very few friends. She was okay with that though. She would never fight with them, which made her happy. As she grew up she stopped seeing those friends. They did not want to see each other anymore; they had too many problems between them that they would not talk about. She grew lonely in her prison of a home. Until one day she found someone to comfort her. He loved her and she loved him, but they would fight a lot. This scared the girl. She had never fought with someone before. She was not sure what to do, would they still be friends. He promised that they would. But he lied. One day…he left. She thought that she would never be happy again.