Young Writers Society

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time there was a girl.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
And her stomach, a black hole, sucked the wolf in.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
And her stomach, a black hole, sucked the wolf in.
She collapsed to the forest floor, another being inside of her.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
And her stomach, a black hole, sucked the wolf in.
She collapsed to the forest floor, another being inside of her.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
The wolf inside her mutilated some and ate others whole.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
And her stomach, a black hole, sucked the wolf in.
She collapsed to the forest floor, another being inside of her.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
The wolf inside her mutilated some and ate others whole.
And then she ate the king and queen, leaving their sons.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
And her stomach, a black hole, sucked the wolf in.
She collapsed to the forest floor, another being inside of her.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
The wolf inside her mutilated some and ate others whole.
And then she ate the king and queen, leaving their sons.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Her family was poor, and she was starving.
She went into the woods to find something to eat.
Between the trees, she met a wolf.
He advanced; she screamed, opening her mouth.
And her stomach, a black hole, sucked the wolf in.
She collapsed to the forest floor, another being inside of her.
For thirty days and nights, she was in torment.
Finally, the soul of the wolf overcame her.
Possessed, she returned to the kingdom, her home.
She huffed and puffed and blew too much down.
The wolf inside her mutilated some and ate others whole.
And then she ate the king and queen, leaving their sons.
For fear of death, they crowned her queen.
But a wolf, wild and savage, could not govern a kingdom.
And the whole kingdom fell apart.

And the girl? She died from the inside out.
No one saved her. No one tried.
From the moment the wolf entered her
She was gone.

The moral?
Perhaps there isn't one.

On the outside, I am
Glittering ball gowns
Confidence and poise
A face like the sun
Charming, sweet
Perfect

But inside, I am
A black and blue shadow
Tears pouring onto cracked ground
The smells of rain and blood
Crying
Screaming

Haikus

I can try to write
But unless there is a spark
My words turn to mush.

Haikus are simple
Which is why I enjoy them
If my mind is blank.

Music

I wish I could create
As those that hold instruments
And melodies in their minds
Can.

Their lyrics invert my soul
And light up my senses
And break open my heart.
Their sounds carry me off my feet
Into the realm of starlight
Where I dance with the moon
To the sounds of ripples and voices.

Bases and chants turn my heart
Into a firecracker
And I shoot into space.
And I wish I could dance
Because oh, how my body
Would move to this glorious
Music that fills my soul with
Light.

I hear music and I want to belt out my feelings
Turn others to the thrumming,
To the energy, pure and free.
I don't understand
How people pull phrases out of their brains
And put them onto paper
And pour magic onto them
Until what comes out is
Rhythm and emotion and beauty.

It's hard to describe how some
Music makes you feel.
But if I could, I'd say that
It is like floating above everything
And rising higher with every moment
But you never die,
And dancing until your limbs fall apart
Like a maniac,
Because the sounds filling you
Are giving you another soul.

They say to draw rainbows.
But I only draw the rain.
I only draw the thunderclouds,
Spread across a gray sky,
Crackling with lightning.

They say to draw unicorns.
But I only draw their horns.
I only draw them scattered in a graveyard,
Alongside the broken bones
Of rhinoceroses and elephants,
To which the horns once belonged to.

They say to draw the sunshine.
But I only draw the sun.
I only draw the crackling of fire
Across its celestial surface,
And the planets that cruise next to it,
About to be cooked alive.

They say to draw the happy.
But I like to draw what happens
In other places.
And they look at me with distaste,
And they wonder where my mind is
And where it will go.

But where they see unhappiness,
I see the opposite.
I see the country in drought,
About to be saved by a torrential thunderstorm.
I see the poacher, hunting for ivory and horns,
Stumble upon a treasure trove.
I see a planet, about to die,
Enjoying their last days alive.
And maybe these are wrong interpretations
But I am only a child.
Is it wrong to have different eyes?

What Poetry Means to Me

Have you thought about what poetry means to you?

When I see poetry, I see emotions
In all colors of the rainbow.
I see words as paints
And my keyboard as my canvas.
I mix up my brushes
And try and create colors
No one has seen before.
I try to emit a prism from just a phrase,
A lightshow from just a sentence.
I splatter.
I dab.
I swipe.
I borrow paints from others and use them in my own masterpieces.
I let my emotions pour out of me and onto blank paper,
Swirling with a thousand other thoughts,
Some of which don't even feel like my own.

When I read poetry, I don't think too much about the meaning.
I just let the colors wash over me,
Let myself drown in a psychedelic bath
Of every color we know and more,
Let myself float among a sky of rainbows.

Love, Differently

It's difficult,
Knowing someone loves you more
Than you have ever loved them.

What do you say?
When they call you "love" each night
How can you respond?

It's not that I don't love him,
But a part of his mind now
Is always on me,
And his space in my mind
Is shared by dozens of friends.

Because that is what he is: a friend.
Nearly a little brother
That I cannot help correcting.

What do you do
When you feel obligated to reply
Back to his "I love you"?

Should I feel differently about him?
If it makes him happier, more fulfilled,
How long can I pretend?

This has happened twice before.
Twice a boy has confessed,
And twice I have had to push them away.
Am I heartless?
If I keep them as a friend, is it wrong?

I have had crushes, merely twice.
But neither time they knew me well
And neither time it was love.

His love for me is deeper than a crush,
And yet mine is so shallow in comparison...
Why must this be so difficult?