Content Intern @ Youthopia

“The best writing is when a writer can express herself/himself freely, about anything under the sun. Whether happy or sad or angry, with a paper and pen in hand, let go and your creativity will flow like never before. Stories will unravel, and you will realize and discover yourself and the world at large.”

Two months of summer, and all I did was drink, eat and sleep. I searched all the internships possible, but nothing did I like. I have won writing contests, written for magazines and newspapers, but I realized I would be happy and satisfied only when I contributed to a platform that reflected me. I was looking for an internship dedicated exclusively to the youth. I longed for a spotlight where I could do what I do best – write. I desired a spotlight where I could write for everyone to read and reflect.

It was a hot, summer morning as I switched on the laptop to check for new internships on Twenty19. I sipped my cup of steaming tea and pierced fresh fruit with my fork as I scrolled through the featured internships. That’s when I saw it! The perfect opportunity. Tea and fruit aside, I applied to be Content Intern at Youthopia. Lo and behold! The very next day I learned I bagged the internship. I believe, it was one of my best decisions yet.

Officially being Content Intern at Youthopia, I am looking forward to the 3 months ahead. I aim to make these 3 months worthwhile. It will be a chance for me to explore different genres as Youthopia offers a variety of columns to research and write. It is an opportunity to develop my writing ability to the best possible, a chance to improve my reporting and writing skills. More so, I will look forward to connecting with all the writers on board this internship and learn from them. The best part about Youthopia is that it offers freedom, independence and liberty for a writer to express and explore.

My plan of action for the next 3 months is to give my best, to make the most of the opportunity received. Being a learner-oriented person, I look forward to enriching myself with this experience. I will strengthen Youthopia with my ‘Passion for Expression’. I will give this internship my best and contribute of my time, talent and skills to Youthopia. Most importantly, I will ‘Reflect Thyself’.

Awaiting an inspiring experience,

Kimberly Rowe
Content Intern at Youthopia

Journeying Through Friendship...

It's not easy for me on the spur of the moment,
To write what's in my heart.
The hundreds of lines running through my head,
It's hard to set them apart.

I roll back into time that has gone,
As the flashback appears so clear.
the first time I set foot in your class,
Your stare followed me so near.

The most I expected was your friendship with me,
And I got much more than that.
From friendship to partners to best friends,
Our relation-ship kept going on so fast.

This bond we shared perhaps with no other,
Was always tucked deep in my heart.
From chatter to laughter to anger and tears,
We've come sharing them all.

I trace our footprints through the sand,
As the water lashes them all.
But so deep are our imprints,
That now they shall last us ever long.

And now I'm driven back to the time,
Where were sitting hand in hand.
Those pearly tears roll down my cheek,
The feeling just too sad.

The memories keep on haunting me,
Our favorite tune playing along.
Like a song with no lyrics left,
Our days shall just move on.

I would only want to come back again,
God will take care of the rest.
The future I don't know what it holds,
I hope it's better than best.

Copyright (c) 2011 Kimberly Rowe

"You, are next..."

T’was late at night,

The rain pouring hard,

The fast lashing lightening,

Brightened up the dark.

Lonely and white,

My fingers gone cold,

My body shrivelled up,

I dared not pick the phone.

It rang on and on,

Into the silence of the eerie night,

My hand reached out for it,

Shivering with fright.

I recalled the previous eve,

“Was driving with my friend’s,

No licence we possessed,

Yet on the highway we sped.

I hit the accelerator,

The car flew on fast,

The wind blew through my hair,

The headlights flashed sharp.

Too late was it,

I slammed the breaks down hard,

But as I knew for sure,

He was done for.

His eyes so wide,

His hands stretched out,

His face grown blue,

His blood flowing out.

We didn’t wait,

We didn’t watch,

We just drove home,

Our heart’s pumping fast.”

And ever since,

The death’s began,

My friend’s were numbered,

And so was I.

Tears of pain ran down my cheek,

As I heard his voice say to me,

What he had said before,

Just those three words –

“You, are next...”

Copyright (c) 2011 Kimberly Rowe

The Day Has Arrived...

The day has arrived...

...when you have to leave,
When your friends bid you a tearful goodbye.

...when there'll be no more paper ball and water fights,
All such pranks shall be left behind.

...where the fun and frolic stops,
All the cheerful memories have to fall apart.

...when you have to leave the school cafeteria,
The main hogging joint of all times ever!

...when all my friends have mist in their eyes,
Not able to forget the times that have gone by.

So cast this farewell picture into the rain,
The lightening shatters the glass,
And the frame parts itself from my face,
As if to say,
At last...

...the day has arrived!

Copyright (c) 2011 Kimberly Rowe

Nothing Can Be The Same Forever...

Your memories touched my frozen heart,
Like the cold snowy atmosphere outside.
It melted my heart's frozen thoughts,
To show me the times,
We spent together,
Of how we grew up together,
Stood by each other no matter what.

My thoughts are then driven to,
Our tiny dreams yet huge ambitions.
They linger on our distinguished paths,
With a common destination.
And on those dark nights,
Where we shone bright.
And sunny days,
Which we spent as one.
Holding hands with smiling hearts.

Not storm and thorns also,
Could bruise us apart.
Only made us tough,
And our love stronger.

A moment of glory,
A drop of joy,
And a smile,
Were the last things we shared.
Little did we know that our dreams,
Were being hacked at.
Until,
There was nothing left.

My last sight only beholds,
An epic of blossomed love.
And a shadow,
Which whispered in my ear.
That,
Nothing can be the same forever.

Copyright (c) 2010 Kimberly Rowe

Be One...(Song)

The people on the roads,
It seems like that's their home.
They've got nowhere to go,
Except,
That ice-chilled pavement there.
No blankets to keep warm,
No food all hot at all.
Just the sight of them makes me cry for help!

Chorus:
Why can't we help in some way,
And make this better some day.
So there'll be no reason to cry,
To fret, to worry or die.
All equal with togetherness,
Being loved and loving the rest.
That's how we all could Be One.

All homeless, downtrodden,
They've got no living to make.
Yet they keep smiling as if,
This  is their fate.
We don't do anything,
Except,
Watch them beg at gates.
Why don't we help them,
From this date!

Chorus...

They come knocking at our windows,
But we shoo them away.
Muttering all the time,
Those highly polluted words.
Why can't we give our hand,
And set them free.

Chorus...

Copyright (c) 2010 Kimberly Rowe

My Best Friend!

We all need someone
To talk to in our life,
A friend to whom we run to
In times of stress or strife.

A friend who is always there
Throughout the years,
A friend we know will care
And take away our fears.

A friend who is always near
Waiting for our call,
To wipe away out tears
And lift us up when we fall.

A loving friend indeed
On whom our life depends,
To fulfill every need
Thank you my precious,
Best Friend!

Copyright (c) 2010 Kimberly Rowe

Words Unspoken...

How do I explain
How much I care?
To show her how I feel.
All I can do is cry in despair
Head down I kneel.

The joy I find is
Beyond description
Whenever my eyes meet
Seeing her my heart
Causes an eruption
My heart skips a beat.

I want to hold in my arms
And never to let go
Who can be angry at her
Enchanting charms
For she has no foe.

To see her smile
Is all I desire
To be with her
In my dreams.
To see her unhappy
Causes a fire
My tears flow like a stream.

Copyright (c) 2010 Kimberly Rowe