Young Writers Society

1/13? 14? 15? idk/24 and 1/16/24

geocentric/egocentric

the geocentric model says that
earth is the center of the universe
and everything else orbits around us.
how egocentric.
we, puny humans,
not even existing for a
day in the cosmic calendar.
we dare to assume that the world
revolves around us? ha. that is hilarious.
(i wonder. will we still have that pride
if we discover other intelligent life?)

meteors

burning out like meteors
like chunks of junk
falling with a thunk
incinerating carnivores

wavering

the earth wobbles like a top.
(precession, it's called.)
what does it mean if even
something as large as the earth,
with a mass of approx 5.98 x 10^24 kg
and a radius of around 6.38 x 10^6 m
--i would say that's an astronomical amount,
but astro refers to stars, not planets
(a minor thing, but i like precision)--
wavers in its movement?
it's pulled by the sun and the moon
like we are pulled by ideas, thoughts,
the things and people around us.
we waver. but that is understandable,
for we are so tiny and easily influenced.
- - -
it frightens me. the importance that
uncertainty has in our world.

north star

our north star is polaris right now,
but in 14,000 years, it'll be vega.
(funny how people say, "you are my north star"
but don't realize that our north star will change.)
you say you are my compass, leading me home.
can i trust you not to lead me off the edge of the earth?
i am not a sailor, but you make me feel
wild, wave-tossed, tormented by tempests
like i am drifting, directionless, caught in the currents.
i must admit, i have always had my ears plugged
just in case you were a siren.

1/23/24

equilibrium, or the lack of it

supply and demand curves intersect at equilibrium.
i remember an equilibrium, once.
(once upon a time,
i was not unbalanced.)
-- chemical equilibriums.
the rates of the forward and reverse reactions are equal.
equal? equal as in double equals, since a single equals
is assignment. (not a homework assignment.)
(i == if)
(me != time)
who's to say we're not all running out of time?
as we run along the curves,
drawn inexorably towards equilibrium,
who's to say we don't resist?
(resist like resistors against the flow of electrical current--)
i don't think i know who i am anymore.
does it matter?
- + -
(we are all matter,
gravitational force whispers in my ear.)

(we are all matter,
gravitational force whispers in my ear.)

love this minty <3333 you are such a great writer! hope your day of quidditch playing was lovely!

ah thank you, @AilahEvelynMae!! and yes, it was fun XD

1/26/24

13375p34k (leetspeak) (inspired by herb)

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drop

sometimes i think about the world of thriving life in a water drop
and us, merely a lying/dying/trying droplet in the vast cosmos
(Oo. vivo en una burbuja .oO)
i own binoculars and a magnifying glass, but i lack perspective
too often, i am self-centered. egocentric. absoluuutely parochial.
(.o. when i go to college, will i escape the bubble? .o.)
rose-tinted glasses, 20/20 in hindsight, blind love, half a glass
i can cloud my vision with words, but the truth is i am complacent
(*** to pop the bubble requires willpower i am not certain i have ***)


attempt at lyrics?? >.>
vv silly

some days are made for reading
for taking a book and meeting
up with your favorite characters

some days are made for writing
for taking a pen and deciding
to open the doors of imagination

a-a-and it's like rain on the window
cloudy sky and a double rainbow
portals and mortals going on heroic quests
walking and talking and saving forests


enchanted parody / an ode to potatoes
(original song: enchanted by taylor swift)

There I was again tonight / There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles / Making dinner, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place / Same old tired, lonely plate
Walls of insincerity / Bread of doubtful quality
Shifting eyes and vacancy / Vegetables and shiitakes
Vanished when I saw your face / Vanished when I knew your taste
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you / All I can say is it was enchanting to eat you
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" / Your soft texture like a cloud
Across the room, your silhouette / Mashed potatoes, you make me proud
Starts to make its way to me / When you're roasted, it's a dream
The playful conversation starts / Baked potatoes, good with cheese
Counter all your quick remarks / French fries ketchup I'll say please
Like passing notes in secrecy / Like dancing colors it does seem
And it was enchanting to meet you / And it was enchanting to eat you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you / All I can say is I was enchanted to eat you
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go / This food is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home / I'm wonderstruck, blissful as if I'm home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew / I'll spend forever chewing like it's new
I was enchanted to meet you / I was enchanted to eat you
The lingering question kept me up / The lingering question kept me up
2 a.m., who do you love? / Fried or baked, which do I love?
I wonder 'til I'm wide awake / I wonder 'til I'm wide awake
And now I'm pacing back and forth / And now I'm pacing back and forth
Wishing you were at my door / Wishing I could eat them more
I'd open up and you would say / Potato chips, oh, I would say
"Hey, it was enchanting to meet you" / "Hey, it was enchanting to eat you"
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you / All I know is I was enchanted to eat you
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go / This food is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home / I'm wonderstruck, blissful as if I'm home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew / I'll spend forever chewing like it's new
This night is flawless, don't you let it go / This food is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone / I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew / I'll spend forever chewing like it's new
I was enchanted to meet you / I was enchanted to eat you
This is me praying that / This is me praying that
This was the very first page / This was the very first taste
Not where the storyline ends / Not when the mealtime ends
My thoughts will echo your name / My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again / Until I eat you again
These are the words I held back / These are the words I held back
As I was leaving too soon / As I had finished too soon
I was enchanted to meet you / I was enchanted to eat you
Please, don't be in love with someone else / Please, don't lose your taste or texture, no
Please, don't have somebody waiting on you / Please, don't rot or become inedible
Please, don't be in love with someone else / Please, don't lose your taste or texture, no
Please, don't have somebody waiting on you / Please, don't rot or become inedible
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go / This food is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home / I'm wonderstruck, blissful as if I'm home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew / I'll spend forever chewing like it's new
This night is flawless, don't you let it go / This food is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone / I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew / I'll spend forever chewing like it's new
I was enchanted to meet you / I was enchanted to eat you
Please, don't be in love with someone else / Please, don't lose your taste or texture, no
Please, don't have somebody waiting on you / Please, don't rot or become inedible


a few days ago?
also 16+ for language

lavender haze / colosseum maze
(parody of lavender haze by taylor swift)
(with herbalhour)

Meet me at midnight / Dropped in this 'rena
Staring at the ceiling with you / Wandering the hallways with you
Oh, you don't ever say too much / Oh, you'll just try to beat me up
And you don't really read into / And you don't really understand
My melancholia / My mind is melting yeah
I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah) / i've been in some other worlds (yeah, oh, yeah) [sunny]
You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah) / you shootin arrows wildly (yeah, oh, yeah)[sunny to dyal]
All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah) / all these fights are new to me (yeah, oh, yeah) [uhh idk sunny maybe]
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me / I see the colosseum maze surrounding me
Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say / unreal, i'm damned if they do indeed catch up to me
No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me/ I feel, the years of training that they sought in me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze / I just wanna leave that colosseum maze
All they keep asking me (all they keep asking me) / All they keep asking me (all they keep asking me)
Is if I'm gonna be your bride / Is if I'm gonna try to fight
The only kinda girl they see (only kinda girl they see) / the only kinda boy they see
Is a one night or a wife / is an elsa or an artist [eliot]
I find it dizzying (yeah, oh, yeah) / I find it frustrating (yeah, oh, yeah) [Kai]
They're bringing up my history (yeah, oh, yeah) / They're bringing up my RBF (yeah, oh, yeah) [Kai]
But you weren't even listening (yeah, oh, yeah) / And no one's even listening (yeah, oh, yeah) [Kai]
Ooh, whoa-oh / Ooh, whoa-oh
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me / I see the colosseum maze surrounding me
Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say / unreal, i'm damned if they do indeed catch up to me
No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me / I feel, the years of training that they sought in me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze / I just wanna leave that colosseum maze
That lavender haze / Colosseum maze
Talk your talk and go viral / Filming this to go viral [Val]
I just need this love spiral / I'll escape from this spiral
Get it off your chest / where even is this?
Get it off my desk (get it off my desk) / what even's a pic? [dyal + kalli]
Talk your talk and go viral / Filming this to go viral [Val]
I just need this love spiral / I'll escape from this spiral
Get it off your chest / where even is this?
Get it off my desk / what even's a pic? [dyal + kalli]
I feel (I feel) the lavender haze creeping up on me / I see (I see) the colosseum maze surrounding me
Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say / unreal, i'm damned if they do indeed catch up to me
No deal (no deal), the 1950s shit they want from me / I feel (I feel), the years of training that they sought in me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze / I just wanna leave that colosseum maze
Get it off your chest / where even is this?
Get it off my desk / what even's a pic? [dyal + kalli]
That lavender haze, I just wanna stay / Colosseum maze, I just wanna leave
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze / I just wanna leave that colosseum maze

GAAAAH I just read through your poems for fun but I LOVE your unique writing style! Your poetry is so fun to read, and I love the non-traditional elements you include!

@avianwings47 aw thank you so much!! i was inspired by some other lovely poets on yws, actually (like Hijinks, starlitmind, Liminality, and more recently, herbalhour), and i kept experimenting and adding my own stuff. it’s fun! =P

wait I'M herbalhour

yes indeed you are XD

1/29/24

sense of self
(collab poem with herbalhour)

vines grow over my vinyls.
they entangle, encase, and envelop them.
(no one listens to my music anymore.)
my mind has all these records
too bad i can't rewind, replay, remember my days.
(neither can i remember my youth, yearning, and years.)
i don't bother cutting the vines, you know.
the vinyls are all scratched up anyways
(it is true that some things are permanent. but not me.)
the words are unintelligible, unimaginable, unfathomable
and i sit here unable to undo, unable to unplug, unable to unwind.
still, the shrieks of silence get diverted by reality
i think i will be out of earshot of reality soon.
because oddly enough i have lost sight of who i was, am, and will be
time is only an ebb and flow. time is optional.
flow in, out, in, out, in, out, iN, OuT, In, OUT, IN, OUT
// in like \ the flowers / creeping in \\ out like \ my staccato / sighs \\
but even those don't distract from panic & panic attacks
& ampersands like quicksand; i--- !? am drowning in air. >>>
「life」has its ☆---> chilling grip on me, death has its == eyes on me; <<<
(⊙_(⊙_⊙)_⊙)(((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ)))<@_@>o((⊙﹏⊙))o.(⊙_◎)
and yet their eyes confuse me
because no one knows me
not even i do

1/31/24

poem a week prompt: when the birds return, what will they bring with them?

lunchtime

the seagulls return every lunch.
they don't bring anything much,
only sharper claws and hunger:
hunger for leftover pizza crusts
and the tiny covert pieces of us
that linger under shiny covers.

a couple days ago??

cake by the ocean parody / slay by the ocean
prompt from fatherfig
written with fatherfig and herbalhour

Mm, na-na, ayy
(Slay by the ocean)
Oh, no
See you moping round like it's a reunion
Why so serious, girl, why those shoes old
We're just getting started, don't you skip tho skip tho yah
Face time you're a masterpiece. Face time with a masterpiece (yuh)
You should be slaying like me, you should be slaying like me, yah-yah
You're a real-life fabulous g, you're a real-life fabulous g (yuh)
But you're grooving so carefully, lets start slaying fabulously
Walk to me, slaydy
I'm going blind from this sweet sweet slaying mmm-mm
Let's lose our minds and slay cuz we're 'mazing
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
Walk for me, slaydy
I'll be Trixie, you'll be Berlanti, you-know
Let's lose our minds and slay cuz we're 'mazing
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
rock that!
see you eating crazy with your bare hands
looking at your face i'm beggin "stop that"
use silverware my slady on the table mat, table mat, oh
Face time you're a masterpiece. Face time with a masterpiece (yuh)
You should be slaying like me, you should be slaying like me, ah-ah
You're a real-life fabulous g, you're a real-life fabulous g (yuh)
but you're grooving so carefully, lets start slaying fabulously
Walk to me, slaydy
I'm going blind from this sweet sweet slaying mmm-mm
Let's lose our minds and slay cuz we're 'mazing
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
Walk for me, slaydy (walk for me now)
I'll be Trixie, you'll be Berlanti, you-know
Let's lose our minds and slay cuz we're 'mazing
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
Ooh, ah-ah
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
Ooh, ah-ah
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
You're slayin' stylish
Walk to me, boy
Walk to me, slaydy (walk to me slaydy)
I'm going blind from this sweet sweet slaying mmm-mm
Let's lose our minds and slay cuz we're 'mazing
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
Walk for me, slaydy (walk for me now)
I'll be Trixie, you'll be Berlanti, you-know
Let's lose our minds and slay cuz we're 'mazing (das right)
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh
red carpet, versace, gucci, luis vuitton- life
fendi im ready, lets shop everynight
red carpet, versace, gucci, luis vuitton- life
I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping that we'll slay by the ocean, yuh

2/1/24

rambly 11pm mint poetry hooray xD

i want to write something original. but i am stuck in my limited worldview, my parochialism, despite glimpsing other worldviews through the portals we call books and literature and movies and stories. i want to write something that moves people yet i have always been one to remain stationary. how can i claim to know anything about my own characters if i have never left the chair in front of my computer?
sometimes (all the time) i think i don't know people. it's not something i can take a coursera course on, is it? i have been a straight-a student for seven years but i would fail a pop quiz on life.
paralyzed by fear. no. fear is a circular track that i follow, repeating my daily motions like a toy train. what i said about being stationary is a lie. i do move; i orbit my safe zone like the earth orbits the sun. ellipses. imperfect circles. not to be confused with eclipses. my past self eclipses my present one, and it saddens me to see myself regress. but i have resigned myself to my own forgetfulness.
i learn. soon, i will leave my current physical safe zone to learn for six more years. (i suspect i will not retain 99% of what i learn. so what is the point? well, a circle is composed of points that are equidistant from the center.) i do enjoy learning. but with learning inevitably comes forgetting.
i am like a two-dimensional figure who can only see one aspect of the 3d object that pierces its paper. knowledge enters and leaves. this is why i write. to capture feelings before they escape the plane of my existence.
i want to believe that i will improve, that i will write something uniquely mine that makes people think and shifts their worldviews. i want to believe that my skills with grow and i will be like a tomato plant reaching directly towards the sun, not orbiting it. (even if the plant is millions of miles away. they say to shoot for the moon to land among the stars, but the moon is lightyears closer than the stars. it is immensely fitting for english to have such a contradictory idiom.)
i have lost track of the train of my thoughts.

(i wanted to end this positively. but positive charges attract negative ones, and vice versa, and i would rather end with a reference to trains and tracks. but i have ruined that now, haven't i?
i have realized that reality is irrational, like pi and root two. or perhaps i have only remembered it, and it is something i have always known.)

2/5/24

more rambly poetry! it just hits different in the late night/early morning xD

i overuse "perhaps."
i have already written poetry on how my back curves into a question mark and i lift my eyebrows to soften my expression and on how i soften my spoken expressions with "i think" and "i guess." (once again, i am not original.) but have i written on truth and lies?
when i was in sixth grade, a friend declared to me that everyone lies. i didn't question it. (my posture was better then, though the hint of a question mark was still there.)
is it a lie if the person speaking believes it is the truth? a lie detector would not detect it. funny. a lie detector would mark the lie as truth and the truth as a lie. the lie detector would lie.
ted chiang writes on vough and mimi-- what's factually true versus what is true as in right. sometimes i wish english had more words, but other times i think it's bogged down by words that are left unsaid/unwritten/unused the majority of the time.
you know, i never used to wish for things. along with the words "hate" and "love," "wish" was assigned a certain significance in my mind. i grew up with stories reminding me to be careful with what i wished for. i'm sure that was not their only purpose, but that is what i remember after years. i would express my wishes in terms of "i want" or "it'd be nice if" or "i'd like it if." (maybe i knew even then that shooting stars are only meteors burning up in earth's atmosphere. unlikely. i knew less science but more of life and myself back then.)
and i romanticize my past self, but isn't it more likely that she was just a foolish child? no. i promised myself i would not dismiss the young. i would listen. children are probably wiser than most adults. life can be that simple, and although i love complexity and shades of gray, there are certain things that can be split like oreos. interestingly enough, many of those things pertain to people. and listen to me using words like pertain as if that gives my words any more weight and meaning. the purpose of language is to communicate ideas. so why does the manner and vocabulary that we use to communicate matter so much? why can't the truth of the world just be: being mean is bad, and being kind is good?
i resent how black is associated with bad and white is associated with good. it's a cultural thing. i heard somewhere that the egyptians thought black was good because it was the color of fertile soil. they disliked red instead.
funny how we categorize lies by color. do you think white lies are a sin? does their color make them any different than other deceptions? (i am guilty of lying for convenience. i do not want to worry others.)
(and look at me, turning the conversation back to myself. but this is my poetry, after all, and i do not have the brainpower right now to imitate others. but perhaps my entire style is an imitation, an amalgamation of others' styles? i think i am just a mixture of genes and experiences shaken up in a test tube. or an erlenmeyer flask.)
we name things after people (stars, methods, equipment, etc.). we name people after things (plants, etc.). an anagram of "name" is "mean" and i think that signifies how we find meaning in names. (or perhaps that names can be mean, which would be entirely true in the case of a child named Table or in the case of bullies name-calling.) "name" could also rearrange itself into "mane" like a horse's mane or "amen." i love dissecting words and analyzing them, if you couldn't tell by now. xD

i am running out of names and words and ideas. i think i am finally ready to sleep. and perhaps i will dream in color.

2/4/24

nobody
inspo from a line from one of herbalhour's poems ("(out of 50,00 am i just another ghost?)")

am i just another ghost?
yet i have a body, so am i a zombie?
brains. braaiins. braaaaiiiiins.
(why do they always say zombies eat brains? who's to say
there aren't vegetarian and gluten free zombies too?
plus, a varied diet with fruits and veggies is healthier.)
or maybe i am a phantom (but not of the opera).
a spirit. just another voice in the walls, echo in the halls.
(the walls have ears, and the one they listen to is me.)
i am both incorporeal and not, only a waking dream
and a living nightmare, a hallucination and an illusion.
a green light blinking on the other side of reality,
separated from you by the river styx.
(sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will always hurt me more.)

re: reforgetting

i crinkle the receipt. i shove it in my pocket.
there is a distinct texture that receipts have -
that thin soft dusty feel, like shavings of soap.
re ceipt. to ceipt again? accept, cede.
[message received]
i followed a recipe today. well, mostly.
i burned the bread a bit and the quiche was quite quiet.
but i can retry. though i can't replay, i can rework the recipe
to account for my failures and refailures.
[redo times two]
if the world is a stage, i must be an extra.
i am a bad actor, you know. i cannot remember
simple sayings, nor recondite replies.
[let's rescript]