Young Writers Society

I know I'm late but after Big Brother sent a message out I'm really excited to try this out hope I set it up right I didn't do much planning for this

Description: probably going to be mostly poems with inspiration to my future novel mostly not completely XD

I'll Edit Later To Keep Track Of My Progress:
1: Dark Waters
2: Dark Love
3: Darkening Ghosts
4: Dark Curses
5: Awakening Freedom
6: Sweet Chickens

Rating: Dramatic
1: Dark Waters

the sun is my light on this very dark morning;
a haze like fog has come over the waters
(black like the mist of my enemies)
my breathing still, my heart quickening as I try to listen to your moans
your coming I can feel it;
the waters where never clear when you lost your happiness
only a nightmare has been left behind—to remember—the once sweet soul you had

2: Dark Love

how do I go on without you?
your call was my air and now your gone;
you changed me—and created me—in to who I am now
you tort me the curse of wisdom
(one that could be given to many others who hurt me)
you are my love and I will crawl through hell if i have to;
to get you back.

Not too late to begin at all! You've got this.

Thank you @alliyah

3: Darkening Ghosts

I ran to you when you came up from the ground
your heart i could hear form miles away;
but you don't look the same,
(you aren't the same)
i hear your voice in my ear, it sounds like the one I fell in love with;
but it's as though I can see threw you
your form is vivid,
(and i'm able to go threw you)
you're a ghost!
a ghost that still thinks but has no heart;
you are now the key to my destruction.

4: Dark Curses

you didn't love me, you got near me on purpose
just so you could hurt me;
(you cursed me changed me)
now I'm in never ending pain because of you
the ghost which you—used against—me will perish
but will you be forgiven for all you've done?
or will you burn with the ghost that created you.

Thank you @yosh that means so much to me

5: Awakening Freedom

the mist is coming over the land;
the powers of nature are rising
and something is being re born,
and as the raven sings her song the rivers change direction
and the trees whisper there silent songs to the earth;
the mist then disappears to reveal fresh glowing grass
as one rises form the ground to reclaim the magic that was once lost.

this poem is completely not related to my story but I heard from someone's wall post that there hasn't been a single poems about it so I guess it needs to be done.

6: Sweet Chickens

Chickens give us eggs right?
yes but is that all there good for?
no
are they there to be cooked;
and put in sandwiches?
Yes
(but there’s more)
there not just good for cooking and using for eggs;
if you take the time to set things up properly
they could be a really wonderful pet.
If you get the right breed;
they’ll also be very gentle and lovely to hold
chickens have an endless supply—of love
so do look after them
they deserve to be looked after just like you.