Young Writers Society

1. Write at least two to three poems per day and complete all thirty days.
2. Read and comment on others' poetry at least twice per day.
3. Finish writing the draft of my poetry novel, Monkeys, Bears, and Tears.
4. Host poetry jams and join others frequently.

1. April 1: Seen and unforeseen
2. April 2: Why i need to suffer.
3. April 3: Even sharpies bleed.
4. April 4: Too many words that i never got to say.
5. April 5: overthinking tears and why they make me grateful
6. April 6: Overthinking how fish wish on sea stars and how you might be sick like me.
7. April 7: Overthinking how I have a broken heart but I have also been a heartbreaker.
8. April 8: Overthinking every time I kissed you and how the stars were a map telling me to leave.
9. April 9: overthinking the words everything and nothing and how overthinking is my everything and nothing.
10. April 10: overthinking what I want to say to the little boy who lives on the moon.
11. April 11: overthinking roads and how cars are going places and the houses that are little shimmers to me.
12. overthinking mermaids and glow in the dark stars and how i have lost my magic powers
13. April 12: When life gives you lemonade
14. April 13: Promises with my past self.
    

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Just a little update: My April schedule is going to be pretty crazy and I will not have access to the internet every day of the month, so instead I am going to handwrite lots of my poems in my notebook and post them on the days I can be online! It is still my goal to write a couple of poems every day though!

How many more days until yesterday?

I stand here on the edge
Of every regret i left behind
Every step i swore i would never stumble
And every scar i learned to forget.
The scale of my consciousness
Teeters between control and healing.
The sweat on my skin feels colder
Than every dark night i have sat alone.
And still,
All i have is nothing
And all i will ever be
Is someone fighting to have a life good enough
To live.
Thank god for poetry.
The only friend who has not left my already
Lonely and broken heart
That is too afraid to heal.
So here i am
On the edge of every girl i am terrified of becoming
Every memory i am scared of reliving
Every person i am scared of traumatising
And every friend that i have never been able to forgive.
I sit here and wonder,
How many more days until yesterday?

Wow! I'm speechless. This is my favourite line:

Is someone fighting to have a life good enough
To live.

You are so talented Ellie! XD

Was going to pull a quote from your first poem, and then realized I had the same exact quote as Amaya.

All i have is nothing
And all i will ever be
Is someone fighting to have a life good enough
To live.

This hits so hard. You are such a wonderful poet Ellie, and your poetic voice is so wonderfully persistent - looking forward to reading more of your poetry this month! You've got this!

Thank you @alliyah and @AmayaStatham for your kind reviews and for reading! It really means so much to me and makes me so happy to know that others appreciate my poems <33

Alright! Time to finally upload my poems!! I apologize for the delay. Honestly I have not been able to do as much poetry writing as I wanted to so far this month since I have been so busy in the hospital. But every day I tried to at least write one poetic line- with the intention of finishing it when I had time to post.

Here is a blackout poem I made. Bonus points if you can tell me which book this is from!

April 1: Seen And Unforseen

April 2:

Why I need to suffer.

It seems that I experience light
Through suffering.
I only pray when it’s my only option.

Maybe what I’m saying is that
I only feel worthy to talk to God when I know
I am absolutely entirely one hundred percent
Genuine.

And tears feel like the martyr for my own
Sanity, sometimes.
So I cry to God and tell him I’m sorry
For only experiencing His light
When I suffer.

But I think he knows that.
He knows that I need pain to
Have enough reasons to choose to change.

And maybe that is enough right now.
And maybe someday I won’t need to suffer,
But for everyday I cry
And everyday that is too much to bare,
I am broken just enough
To trust Him.

And for right now,
That is everything I need.
That’s why I’m grateful for suffering.

April 3:

Even sharpies bleed.

Like the words on my page,
That I feel in my heart,
Deeper than I have the vocabulary to express.

The ink smears on my skin
And creates a picturesque view
Of the mountains in the winter.
Every crease, carving perfection in my
Fingertips.

Because even sharpies bleed.
And I’ve bled a lot too.
I’ve watched blood pour like the tears I shed
As I looked for the sun
But only saw the dark swirls of ink.

The dark swirls of the ink you drowned me in.
When I was 4 years old.

Sharpies bleed.
But I don’t want to.

EllieMae wrote:Alright! Time to finally upload my poems!! I apologize for the delay. Honestly I have not been able to do as much poetry writing as I wanted to so far this month since I have been so busy in the hospital. But every day I tried to at least write one poetic line- with the intention of finishing it when I had time to post.

Here is a blackout poem I made. Bonus points if you can tell me which book this is from!

April 1: Seen And Unforseen

Harry Potter??

@farq4d YES!! You got it Impressive!!!