Young Writers Society

The fear of missing out finally got to me, so here's my unreliable NaPo thread.

1.
indelicate

tsst___snap
______...fizz...
that carbon-aluminium sound
it’s a sodaspark cool like jazz cymbals
peppy like hot poolside concrete
____slurp___fizz__________ah
it won’t ignite your insides
no
i promise it won’t
lure the sunken breath out of you

be assured:
your burp
won’t have any interpretations
whatsoever

Amazing! :O Love this!

3.
liberal display (springy box song)

bouncin’ down the street and you’re doin’ alright
ain’t a downer, ain’t a bubblegum popper in sight
ain’t a spill your guts ’n’ make a fussin’ spree
got a right to answer monosyllabically

now the facts are what make the world go ‘round
yeah, the taxes are paid to worship gods of
short-term memories ’n’ short-term remedies
to bounce above the taxed sincerities

a heart is muscular organ that is
scientifically unable to break
there’s solid proof that a
heart is a pump
not a jack-in-the-box
not a jack-in-the-box
not a jack-in-the-box
not a jack-in-the-box

(whatcha got there on your sleeve, mate, whatcha got
whatcha got there on your sleeve?)

[improv]
—do you ever get the feeling
that your tongue is unravelling (via the throat)
every part of you, top to toe, tangling
in foreign fingers, friend ’n’ foe, tugging
heartstrings taut, to ’n’ fro, plucking
melodies out of
tune, untrained, stringing you
along, hearing everything wrong,
head caught in the binding
as the fingers are winding
your springy box song—

bouncin’ down the street and you’re doin’ alright
ain’t a downer, ain’t a bubblegum popper in sight
ain’t a spill your guts ’n’ make a fussin’ spree
got a right to answer monosyllabically

got a right to answer monosyllabically

ba da ba da ba dum

bouncin’ down the street, yeah you’re
bouncin’ down the street
bouncin’ down the street, yeah you’re
bouncin’ down, the, street

bouncin’ down the street, yeah you’re
bouncin’ down the street
bouncin’ down the street, yeah you’re
bouncin’ down, the, street

[repeat and fade]

TAG ME WHEN U RECORD IT PLEASE I NEED TO HEAR IT YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE

Hehe <3 It might have to be tomorrow but you got it~

4.
yet




Speeding will get you
_____faraway,
__________child

There is a shelf
_________in a house
_____forbidden

Thrums of cities
_____swallowed by
_________their own
_____blankets

Somewhere,
_____a wrist reminds
_a lilting loser
__to
___________breathe.

Somehow,
___a shivering girl
___will not-know
___these
________in her own
_____________way




.

5.
me/you

in an isolated system…
_____this reality cannot sustain the two of us,
_____we learn in slow motion:
_____the gravitas slumps footfalls
_____on a mattress shoved in your closet
_______________[a soft landing i would drag over the balcony rails
_______________before the sunlit dust particles between us,
_______________yet the air never danced fresher]
_____a place language scaled your throat for
_____behind opaque curtains; multicultural tones –
_____daredevils._________daredemons._________dareangels.
_____look back at how they would springboard
_____off your curtain lips when parted
_____and oxidise into a poker hand...
________________i ask you now, barehanded, how could we know
________________if the leap of faith to catch my truth, for me to catch yours
____________was a martyr’s suicide_______or a bomb to end the war
________________if they are both slow, both breath-catching?
_____________________(if we couldn’t care either way?)
________________maybe we hoped we’d evolve in the moment
________________and fly away with the particles altogether
_____________________(there is nothing to hear in outer space.
_____________________not even doom.)

…entropy can only increase.
_____a binary star rolls around on your tongue
_____and it treads on its own gravity
_______________[i was never confident in couple dancing
_______________and it shows, sorely]
_____your mouth is only room enough for a single bed
_____even when it’s open
_____yet it keeps inviting me in, and so I go;
_____i would listen to the aching springs
_____and try to make sense of their dissonance
_____in the moments we held each other_____lung for lung;
_____i would dream of catching love where it fell
_____in slow motion
_____so that it wouldn’t, hurt, as, much,
_____when i dropped it—
_____because, for all your worth,
_____i dropped it on the concrete
_____and all that dense starbreath
_____collapsed in on
_____itself.

Ah this latest one is super interesting Coffee! Really creative take on the whole entropy concept, with great imagery pairings and word choice all the way around. There's so much creativity and different styles in all of these, each one's totally new.

Your second poem packed a lot of punch too. I really like this part especially:

The buttons you press at a crosswalk
collect intimate fingerprints, cradled like raindrops there,

Such a weird thought, but it works!! I look forward to reading more poetry from you. <3

Thanks @alliyah <3 This NaPo seemed like a good opportunity to go wild with styles and creativity, mostly for the fun of it, but also to test my own uncertain poetic voice by taking risks and working out what belongs naturally to me. It's doubtful but an illegal amount of fun~

I'm loving your poems as well btw! :3

6.
woodland cathedral – a haiku

full on the sublime,
lost in coral branches high;
rustling ocean.

These are really neat poems! The format on 5 is eye-catching and awesome, but the haiku is interesting as well. Really nice start to NaPo! ^^

Right so I might add more to this one but I ran out of time (and it works as is... uh, possibly let's pretend it does)

8.
prayers that dissipate with the vapour

I kneel on lapping shores
in migratory days.
These voices carry oars
no matter what they say –

yet tell me I was here
at the dusk frontier.
Names upon the tide
tug and pull me dry;
give me strength to say goodbye.

And the childhood tangle evanesces
as the crime of many years undresses:
by kneeling still I drift away
from them, don’t give me up too soon, don’t
cast me into time…