Young Writers Society

NaPo: April 2021

Theme: None

Comments: I’m just asking you not to so that the thread is, for lack of a better word, clean. If you want to make a criticism/comment on my poetry, you could post it on my wall or DM me.

when the world changes
i do not, cannot;
if anything, i regress
even as time charges forward

Table of Contents:

1. House Cactus
2. dreamland
3. Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites
4. Fruit Medley
5. scissors
6. bathroom break (warning: contains unappetizing imagery)
7. Dream-Catcher
8. Meat Stew Limerick (warning: contains cannibalism)
9. Fireworks
10. Soccer Practice
11. eleven o’clock pm
12. hmm...?
13. Cherry Blossoms
14. Swimming Pool
15. dear Joydark,
16. the things on the cork-board mirror frame
17. thumbtack (warning: contains mentions of self-harm)
18. wooden box
19. cuticles
20. listen
21. a fictional dream
22. darling
23. talking to myself
24. time management
25. lying

the sprites have eyes like a cat’s,
with slitted pupils set within
shifting blue and green hues.
their eyes are inhuman, but they
are soft. the sprites are small and have
sharp crystal wings, like diamonds.. they have
green-blue skin that glows in the dark, and
on their fingers there are dark, midnight-
blue claws instead of nails. the sprites fly among
the jade grasses and heavy mosses,
and they greet those who meet them
without malice, with cautious friendship.

the monsters have eyes like the moon’s
when it has disappeared, black with no reflection.
their bodies are colored with ebony, slick and slippery like
slime, sharp needles and jagged edges forming as
their forms churn. the monsters drip ooze as they take
shape, teeth and mouths forming out of darkness,
when they climb out of their pits and lairs.
when they emerge monsters crawl among
the jade grasses and heavy mosses,
and they will destroy anything that crosses them
like a vicious nightmare come to life.

there are scary monsters, and there are nice sprites.
but deep in their hearts, they know
they should not be afraid of each other,
because despite their compositions, their natures are still the same.

they are both cowards.



(Note: There’s a Skrillex song of the same name that I took inspiration from.)

Dream-Catcher

Dorothy drifted off to sleep
And fell down the old dream-catcher deep;
Her hair twisted like ivy vines
Among the catcher’s twisted twines;

The dream-catcher is, as you might know,
Where good dreams leave and bad dream go,
And so Dorothy felt her heart beat fast;
Would her mettle and courage here last?

Deeper and deeper, a hole with no end,
A land without sunshine nor peace nor friends,
Dorothy fell and bounced off twisted ropes;
She was lost—was there not any sliver of hope?

The answer was no. Deeper, deeper she fell
And as she did, things came out of their shell:
A man with two mouths where his eyes should be
Licking his lips, grinning hungrily;

A tongue like an eel slith’ring out of the dark,
Dripping drool droplets that made shiny marks;
A monster with claws twice as long as her arm—
The glint in its eyes said it meant to do harm;

A woman with eyes bleeding crimson red;
A monstrous snake with two scaly heads;
Manic laughter echoing, from where who knows;
Moaning and growling, monsters in rows;

All these things and more came for her
As Dorothy slept without a stir;
Inside the dream-catcher, she wept, she cried;
Outside, she slept... inside, she died.

Soccer Practice

A green-and-white ball
snaps towards my feet; I take
it, dribble, and shoot.

(nearly forgot the poem today lol)