Young Writers Society

The Game
Sometimes you play to win,
striving for that golden ecstasy
as your opponents fall from their feet
into the clutch of bronzed dust.

Sometimes you play to fight,
caught in the rush of the battle;
flashing teeth in an untamed heat
as your body screams through adrenaline.

Sometimes you play to lose,
caught in the guilty pleasure of defeat
as you know you've put in your best
but they still have the better game.

no story is without an end
spectacles of a new beginning
drowning in the flashy blue
like a man beneath the sea
behind the lights and shadows
sometimes it's hidden

beckoning you to try and reach
with a single leap back
matching each step forward
the closure may sit
dancing in the distance

wispy sinister and unseen
until the horizon is blurred into grey
like an ocean drowned out by fog
but sometimes this isn't so clear
no story is without an end

Different Perspectives Senryu #6
The grass is greener
over this side of the fence;
it's made of plastic.

Different Perspectives Senryu #7
Late nights are better -
no-one judges in the dark.
Light reveals too much.

Every Second Tastes Like Regret
tightness squeezing every last breath
as you silently gasp the air
feeling the heat rise through your cheeks
and the pounding begin in your head

regret pushing through your thoughts
and pulsing through your veins
a black blood swirling through your body
as you pause and feel so helpless
while desperately in control

a train-wreck of mistakes
forced into one single moment
where you question the outcome
like you question the dark

hold your breath as you hold the pain
and lie awake never hoping for tomorrow