Young Writers Society

I am here once more to write whatever my heart desires under the loose idea of poetry.

My goal is to write at least 2 poems :)

Happy to see you here Blue! you've got this!

1

maybe dreams get smaller over time,
or maybe you realize that a simple dream still makes you happy.

2

my bones are the dust of broken promises and withered dreams
the very foundation i am forced to live upon
muscles cry as i stretch them like gray bubble gum on the sidewalk under my new shoes
the bags under my eyes could take me to Kansas to be swallowed by cornfields and an endless diamond blanket

we were never built to live like this
but the sun drags itself up and bleary eyes blink away sleep
all we can do is live on
and hope the future carries something of comfort

3

maybe i'm exactly what you think of me,
or maybe my eyes hold memories of tears you will never wipe away,
maybe my legs have carried me to places you have never seen,
maybe my lips have whispered secrets you will never hear.

maybe my mind is caverns you have never explored,
but you press it into a simple adjective that can never hold my entire life,
yearning to condense the human experience into baby food.

maybe you think you can keep all of me inside of you,
but you can never hear the silent music i always dance to.