Young Writers Society

Umm...poetry. I just wanted to get a post going so that I'd have somewhere to put it because holy HECK am I going through some wild emotions right now.

I- I've never written a triolet before so it's kinda poor buut, poetry!

It's alright, just lay your head down.
The world is a harsh place, I know.
My voice will let your worries drown.
It's alright, just lay your head down.
Without you, how will I be found?
I took you high, you took me low.
It's alright, just lay your head down.
The world is a harsh place, I know.

not formatted but i still liked it

they say good girls die young
so why am i still breathing
for i am young, and my hands are
still unstained
from the cruel nature of humanity
and i would like to think that i am good
but i guess i'm not
for air still makes its way through my lungs
without my consent
and my heart continues to beat
without asking if that's what i want

Pol, actually writing something that rhymes, oh no, what has the world come to.

it's the apocalypse now
our world's falling apart
you're saying it's time to drown
but baby, it's a brand new start

we'll be dancing from dusk til dawn
with your head on my shoulder
the day will go on and on and on
but dear, we're not getting any older

so smile at me as our sky falls
and the ground crumbles
just don't look at those white walls
keep your eyes on me, no time for stumbles

sticks and stones are miracles
that we'll build an empire out of
whatever we want, no longer theoretical
we'll be self-proclaimed gods, high above

sticks and stones are miracles
that we'll build an empire out of

i love this twist so much !!
would love to hear that last one as a song >.>

melted feathers and
broken bones, the sun holds him
as he falls to sea