Young Writers Society

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it’s nice to wonder about things
getting lost in midnight black pool of thought
floating on my back with eyes closed
relaxed as i’ll ever be
just floating
in a pool of thought
by myself.



but I mustn’t get lost in my daydreams
says the person in the desk
silently grading papers as i stare at a clock
silently ticking away
as i silently go insane
why can’t i just wonder?
can’t i just wonder?
i just wonder
when i can.

society moves along without me
indefinitely chatting while striding ahead
why can’t you wait for me?
i feel so far behind
i’m out here
left in the dust
of those who excel
i can’t keep up with you
i want to but with every new headline
every new song
every minute gone by
every time i blink
every time i stop to catch my breath
every little change
there you are
staring back with that same disbelief
but i choose to get back up
because how else am i supposed to try
i don’t understand you
but i can try
and try
and try
again.

hello son!!! I am so happy you're doing napo this year!!! I love both of these poems, but I really love the first one you wrote. I really liked the kind of message behind it. anyways just poppin in to say im excited to see what you write

why do i stress?
all of the worries
crawling into my brain
like ants to their mound
just bringing in more problems
carrying their bundles
of the most petty things
yet i treat it like treasure
obsessed and it never stopping
as the butterflies in my stomach
try to escape
pounding harder
begging to be free
i want them to leave
but i can't get them out
i wish
i pray
they just leave.

i find myself often pacing around rooms
or hanging upside down with my back on the wall
fidgeting around as thoughts race through my mind
and as i sit their longer
or pace around faster
darker feelings appear
i’m cast under a pall
the shadows on my face darker than black
but you lift up this blanket of clouds
you are the sun that brightens up my day
if only you knew how much you meant to me
if only you would listen to me
if only you loved me
if only

staring out a fogged up window
looking out onto the quad
as people walk by
rushing to classes

rain pitter patters against the glass
a noise that could put me to sleep
i jot down notes
as i dream of what could be

once the three o'clock bell rings
i pack up my things
and look out that fogged up window
that looked out onto the quad

and think of what could be.

i sit at this station
on a bench with two other men
with phone in hand
and you in mind
thinking over and over again

i watched you get your bags out of a taxi
you waved your last goodbye
so as i sit here
on a train station bench
i wish i could just cry

i see your figure in a blinding light
hand stuck out and you grin
i wish i could take it
but on this train station bench
you disappeared

but then someone with long flowing hair
blasts through the front door
you dash towards me
on a train station bench
and you are mine forevermore.