Young Writers Society

repetitive days
smudge into a string of weeks -
what is excitement?

Tea, scones with a friend
Before, I tried out writing...
T’was not productive.

Sun can only warm
so much land; I am alone
now in my time zone.

Can't breathe through my nose-
Winter's so suffocating...
Nasal congestion.

every hour is
a slideshow of homework-lit
screens and text notifs.

At the laundromat;
Round four hundred and five of
one song's spin cycle.

random music plays
honk i forgot my password
my playlist is gone :/

My mom and my dad
Are arguing about our
Gel-ish detergent

I gave up crying
so my eyes would still function;
*eye stings anyway*

pack up all the boxes
and then unpack once again
yet I'm still not home

missing the old walls
and the memories I left
why can't we go back?

we sold our house off
like a lamb to a slaughter
the rooms stripped all bare

all I can remember
is that house and all the love
people lived and died

now can I start anew?
make beautiful memories
or shall I be lost?

~ayelen~

hope you like this!

and if there were tears
they were not shed over you.
like leaves, they just fell.

Wake up instant anxiety hits
uncontrollable thoughts replaced with anger
I'm alone sitting on a chair

behind morning mist
the sun is tucked away, wish
I was still asleep.

cold wind through cotton
white on black, learning to mourn
the grief is not mine

War

With a vengeance they came
Fought and slayed, they did
but in the end all are lost