Young Writers Society

in an eye-shaped cup
a broken egg a runny yolk
salt water , proteins ...

broken down, short circuited jumper cables

infinite boxes to check
arranged in a spiral ...

broken down, cracked down pencil tip

Fade,they tell me,
You're not meant to be.
The tears sting my eyes, burning like coals
that blacken my irises and paint them red.
Black holes cascade through my wiry membranes;
I'm a skeleton, a twig lost in the foliage darkness.

You're no quasar,they tell me,
You're just plain
deluded.
And I gulp down my anger; a writhing mass
that dives through me
and settles somewhere in my stomach's leery orbits.
And it stays there, as though mocking me,
but reminding me to stay strong.

You're broken,they tell me.
You're useless, they hiss.
Of what use are these words if I cannot use them
as weapons?
Of what use are these lashing swords,
if I cannot spar with these mindless hearts?
And I watch my hand weave through the embers,
and the flames and the sparks
that just never seem to die.
The paintbrushes sketch the walls
crimson.
And I smile, as I fade away.
Not because they told me too,
but because this is my way of being strong.

the butterflies hit me hard and fast
a bombardment of bullets from inside my stomach
every crevice of my being a battlefield of emotions
and i can't i can't i can't
my mouth seals shut as if it is glued
and the opinion i was going to voice has been imprisoned
and i'll leave it to you to do the talking

it feels a little like heartburn
and a lot like giving in
- up
down and down and down
until splat and splatter
holdpin pigeon hole
broke break breaken
weaken -

it burns up the esophagus
and into the mouth

the tongue tastes
what the heart spit out.

Tick
The seconds pass beneath my fingertips
Tock
The words appears on the transculent screen

Tick

Accomplished.

Alice Wonders

Where along quiet ramble
runs the nervous rabbit?
The cool river whispers
secrets, secrets,
about the way the glen
bucks and scrambles
to follow the white jumper.
Here the leap is wide,
there the jump is long,
inside the grassy knoll
and around the smooth pond,
the rabbit finds its neglected home.

if i send
ten thousand letters
will i have spent
ten thousand minutes
with friends or

.. with only myself / with myself / with

your arguments at midnight
do nothing me to me
but fill me with anger
and cause a riot
between us

we spent five months
after seven months
-- five months in the same room
and far apart --
after seven months in the same room
and not.

coming back to you i cried. i was afraid.
i let you live around me but
getting close seemed like a risk.

living with a bear at the other end of the cage.
my stomach is full of honey.
my breath is sweet.

I miss this thread!

you wonder, sometimes, why your dreams don’t match
everyone else’s expectations
flowers on beds of rosey thorns
blatant in metaphors of no, no, no -
let sleeping lions lie, perhaps,
if you knew how to keep from poking them
side stepping directly into a den
of wasp covered nightmare
ending in rocky cliffs over desert
(not ocean)





(I think I'm missing words and one line is just not working for me. guh)

My brain
stays
vacuumed.
Nothing but
emptiness
swirls
as I think of a way to
break-free
these verses.

the musical lilts die
as we cease
this form of existence
goodbye.

It told me that I could not leave,
Until I wrote a line or two.
So in order to depart,
This is what I must do.

Rhyme some words,
Every other line.
ABCB pattern,
You are looking fine.

I don't normally,
Flirt with nonliving things.
But when I do,
The choir always sings.

It's soft, sweet melodies,
Wrapping their arms around us.
Just stay calm, they say,
There's no need to make a fuss.

I really hate
it when I can't control
the things that happen
down below
like when I have to pee
really really bad
but I just can't seem
to get my feet out of bed.

I wonder why I fear
the dark.
I wonder why I hear
wolves bark.
I wonder why I fear
a tingle
I wonder why I hear
chimes jingle

And become paralyzed.