Young Writers Society

I was feeling inspired by my therapist, so today's poem is free-verse (and a bit longer)

9. Title: Because we choose to forget.

Hey there, little one, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
I see you hiding in the shadows of memory,
A flicker of innocence in a world grown weary,
A whisper of laughter drowned by the weight of time.

I remember when we used to dance in the rain,
When every puddle was an ocean waiting to be explored,
When scraped knees were badges of honor,
And the world was an adventure waiting to unfold.

But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of you,
Buried beneath the debris of dreams we outgrew,
Concealed behind walls of forgotten pain,
We traded your laughter for silence, a bitter refrain.

We chose to forget, didn’t we?
To bury the echoes of shattered innocence,
To drown out the screams with hollow laughter's pretense,
In our desperate bid to feel like kids again.

But in our haste to escape the shadows,
We left you behind, didn’t we?
A casualty of our own survival,
A casualty of our own forgetfulness.

So here we are, face to face,
Two halves of a fractured whole,
One seeking redemption, the other seeking solace,
In the wreckage of our shared history.

I’m sorry, little one, I’m sorry we forgot you,
I’m sorry we silenced your voice, hidden from view,
But listen, can you hear it, faint as a distant chime?
The echo of your laughter, lost in the sands of time.

So let’s dance again, you and I,
In the rain-soaked streets, where dreams were currency.
And the moonlit gardens of memory,
Where the world was a canvas waiting to be painted.

So here’s to you, little one,
Here’s to the laughter we cast asunder, now spun,
May we find it again, in the depths of our shared history,
For in embracing our past, lies the path to our future's mystery.

10. Title: Do you ever

In a crowded room, do you ever feel like somebody else's somebody,
Lost in the shuffle of lives intertwining,
A face in the crowd, a nameless soul,
Drifting through the noise, searching for meaning?

Do you ever wonder if the stars gossip about us,
As they twinkle in the vast expanse above,
Sharing stories of our triumphs and failures,
Painting pictures of our lives in the night sky?

Do you ever feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
Like Atlas, bearing the burden of existence,
Carrying the hopes and dreams of a thousand souls,
Aching beneath the pressure of it all?

Do you ever watch the sunset and envy the horizon,
For its endless embrace of the sun's fading light,
Wishing you could hold onto moments with such certainty,
Instead of watching them slip through your fingers like sand?

Do you ever feel like a storm, raging and wild,
Unleashing your fury upon the world,
Only to be tamed by the gentle touch of a kind word,
Transformed into a whisper of breeze on a summer's day?

Do you ever marvel at the resilience of the human spirit,
How we rise from the ashes of our past,
Like a phoenix, reborn in the fire of our own making,
Stronger, wiser, more beautiful than before?

Do you ever feel like somebody else's somebody,
A character in a story not your own,
Or do you seize the pen and write your own narrative,
Becoming the author of your own destiny?

Thank you, @Rose! I'm so glad I was able to convey that lol was scared it might not come as cross how I wanted it!! <33

11. Untitled.

Do not fear me.
For I am not to hurt you,
so long as you obey.
Rules have been set, for the prices to pay.

Death rides on horses made of bones,
and chariots made of stone,
riding through the darkness of night
looking for those who reap what they sow.

12. Untitled

I looked you right in the eyes,
And asked, do you love me?
You said yes,
But it was more of a "yes, I guess."

In the silence that followed,
I felt the weight of uncertainty,
Like a stone sinking in a river,
Dragging me down into the depths.

Your words hung in the air,
A fragile thread barely holding us together,
And I wondered if love was just a word,
A hollow echo in the emptiness between us.

In that moment, I realized,
Love is not always enough,
Sometimes it's just a question,
Left unanswered in the quiet of the night.

(I didn't get to post this one yesterday because we were gone pretty much all day (I don't have wifi on my phone) and by the time we got back the wifi as the house had gone off) 😭 (My father has a time limit on the wifi 😭😭)

13. Title: Reasons I think I can love you.

In the tangle of my thoughts, I find reasons I think I can love you,
Like finding treasure in the depths of uncertainty,
Each discovery a revelation, a glimpse of possibility,
A roadmap leading me through the labyrinth of my heart.

Do I love you like the ocean loves the shore,
Constantly reaching, forever yearning,
Crashing against the rocks with unrelenting passion,
Or do I love you like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path,
Leaving nothing but ashes in its wake?

Do I love you like the sun loves the moon,
Each day chasing after you across the sky,
A dance of light and darkness, of yin and yang,
Or do I love you like the stars love the night,
Glimmering in the vast expanse, a silent witness to your beauty?

In the silence of my soul, I hear whispers of affection,
Echoes of laughter, fragments of longing,
A symphony of emotions playing on the strings of my heart,
And I wonder, do you hear them too?

Do I love you for the way you make me feel alive,
For the way your smile lights up the darkest corners of my mind,
For the way your touch ignites a fire within me,
Or do I love you simply because you exist,
Because in this chaotic world, you are my anchor, my North Star?

Do I love you for your flaws as much as your virtues,
For the way you stumble and fall, only to rise again,
For the scars that adorn your skin, each one a testament to your strength,
Or do I love you because loving you is the only thing that makes sense?

In the tapestry of my heart, I find reasons I think I can love you,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a mosaic of desires,
And though I may never fully understand,
I know one thing for certain:
I am willing to spend a lifetime trying.

14. Title: Two homes can't fit in one bag.

Two homes can't fit in one bag,
Yet here I am, a nomad of emotions,
Carrying my life in a suitcase,
A transient soul in search of stability.

Having separated parents isn't fun,
It's a constant juggling act,
Balancing between two worlds,
Neither fully mine, yet both demanding my allegiance.

Every two weeks, I pack up my existence,
Fold my memories into neat little squares,
And venture from one house to another,
Dragging the weight of my divided heart behind me.

Mom or dad, a choice I never wanted to make,
But forced upon me like a cruel game,
Each visit a reminder of what once was,
And what can never be again.

It's like trying to choose between two halves of myself,
Each claiming a piece of my identity,
Leaving me fractured, torn between loyalties.

And the words they speak,
I take with two grains of salt,
For in the bitterness of their disdain for each other,
Truth becomes as elusive as a whisper in the wind.

Two homes, two worlds, two lives,
Yet I am forced to straddle the divide,
A tightrope walker in a circus of dysfunction,
Balancing precariously between love and resentment.

And as I pack my bag once again,
I can't help but wonder,
If there will ever come a day when I feel whole,
Or if I will forever be fractured, torn between two homes that I can never truly call my own.

16. Title: My thoughts scare demons

I was shunned for being scared in the dark,
so I always slept with a light on.
But it wasn't the "monsters" in the darkness,
it was me.

I was scared of being alone in the dark,
because that was the perfect time for my thoughts,
to kill me.

17. Title: Who are we?

I never got to know you,
But I want to get to know you.
Yet that's such a hard task,
When I never got to meet you.

So before I reconcile with you,
There is something I must do,
I have to get to know me too.

18. Title: T-shirt

Your t-shirt is still in my closet,
A remnant of the past we once shared.
Folded neatly among my other clothes,
It sits in silence, untouched and unclaimed.

I remember the way it smelled of you,
A faint fragrance of your cologne lingering.
The soft cotton against my skin,
A comfort I yearn for in your absence.

But you never came to get it,
Leaving me with this tangible reminder.
A piece of you that I can't bring myself to part with,
A symbol of what once was, but never will be again.

So it stays hidden in the corner,
A bittersweet memory of a love lost.
Your t-shirt in my closet,
A haunting reminder of what we once had.

19. Leave me like the winter skies

When you walk away
Leaving behind a trail of memories
Like a cat with crystal eyes
Glimmering in winter skies
I am left to ponder
The rust on the hinges of our love
The creaking sound of goodbye

Water dripping out of a sink
Echoing the tears that fall
As I watch you go, fading away
Leaving me with an empty space
A void that cannot be filled
When you walk away,
The world around me sighs
And I am left to pick up
The pieces of what once was.

20. Title: Meadows

Running through the Meadows
as the soft scent of lilacs
caresses my nose.

Fulling my head with the
scent of peace,
I feel my worries
falling away like
the petals of a flower
in the gentle wind.

The lush green grass
tickles my bare feet,
and the sun dances
on my skin like a lover's touch.

In this moment,
I am free.

Free from the chaos
and the noise of the world,
free to simply be
in this beautiful moment.