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Introducing: The 'Best of YWS' Poetry Collection, 2023 Edition!

Your resident poetry mods want to celebrate all of the incredible poetry that's been written this year with a site-wide poetry collection! After we've received your beautiful poems, we'll put together a PDF that you will be able to print off and share with your friends, if you so choose!

If you've written any poetry this year, or plan to write any poetry this year - even just a single poem - then keep on reading.

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What does 'best' poetry mean? Best is subjective, isn't it?
Best is subjective! For this collection, 'best' can mean whatever you want it to. You get to choose your favourite poem (that you've written this year) to submit - and it's not a competition, so there's no need to meet any specific criteria in terms of form, length, or technical quality. If you're not sure which of your poems to submit, you can ask a poetry mod for help and we'd be happy to go through your poetry and offer some suggestions!

Submitting a Poem
Simply respond to this thread with the text of the poem or an image of the poem if you'd like to preserve complicated formatting. You'll also need to provide a title and an author name. The author name can be your username, a pen name, your first name, etc. - but please do not share your full name unless you are 18 or over.

The Rules and Guidelines
  • Poems must be PG-13. That means no vulgarity, strong curse words, sexual content, or violence.
  • Poems must not contain offensive or hateful themes. Poems that promote ableism, racism, sexism, homophobia, or any other form of discrimination will not be accepted.
  • If you wish to submit your poem as an image to preserve formatting, please stick to Times New Roman as the font and avoid using any colours. Text and any accompanying visuals/graphics must be black and white.
  • Poems must have been written in 2023. You may only submit a poem that you have written yourself.
  • You may submit up to three poems for consideration, but only one will be selected for the collection.

Submission Deadline
Submissions are open from now until Friday, November 10th. The Poetry Crew's goal is to have the collection edited and put together in time for the New Year!

After submissions are closed, we may contact you with some editing suggestions for your poem. This could include things like catching any typos or inconsistent style. You are, of course, able to decline these suggestions if you don't like them! It's your poetry, after all.

Complementary Poetry Jams
That's right! PCrew is going to be holding some poetry jams and poetry readings from now until November - the perfect opportunity for you to craft a new poem for the collection or edit an old one! You're more than welcome to just come hang out for the vibes, too. The more the merrier!

The Legal Stuff
If your piece is chosen for the collection, you, the author, retain all publishing rights for the poem. By submitting your piece, you agree to having your poem reproduced in our final PDF and distributed on Young Writers Society.

All poems and art remain intellectual property of the original author and may not be reproduced for commercial purposes without original author permission. Poems may not be reproduced without proper attribution to original author used.

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When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

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Liminality says...



Excited for this project! Here is my submission!

Title: Crafting Chickens
Author Name: Liminality

Poem:

The kids in the yard knew a chicken could be
a paper plate, white, and perfectly
circular. A single black dot for an eye,
the cut-out wings waved hello and goodbye,
attached by a spot of clear glue.

The boy in the grey shirt ran up to me,
to show off the chicken in one hand, while he
with the other, ate cheese and potato wedges
without getting oil on the pearly paper edges.
And the graphic on his shirt was a chicken, too.

Maybe the wire fences and short city trees
had gotten to them, how they were pleased
with featherless chickens, flightless poultry.
Maybe this was the power of imagery:
how chickens could be anything
and still be chickens.
she/her

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Spearmint says...



Ooh I will treasure this collection when it's finished!! =D

Author: Spearmint

I couldn't choose between these three, so I'll let you wonderful poetry mods make the decision instead xD

Title: Buffering
Spoiler! :
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
buffer overflow—
too much data—
overloaded, overridden, overwhelmed, i cannot—
<segmentation fault. you do not have permission to access this memory location>
try turning it off and on again

as i was saying.
buffers are solutions that can resist dramatic changes in pH
upon the addition of acid or base.
but what happens when a buffer exceeds its capacity?

we always needed a buffer between us, you and i.
a screen protector, shielding a phone from the elements and oily fingers.
or mineral oil, preventing pure potassium from reacting with air.
yes, a buffer.

i should’ve had a buffer
of responses i could give you
but i ran out, and you walked away.


perhaps it’s for the best.
after all, the answer is:
the buffer cannot resist pH changes any longer;
it rapidly becomes acidic or basic.

and you must know…
sometimes a restart is not enough.


Title: Atoms
Spoiler! :
Why can't you trust atoms?
Because they make up everything!


I could make up the story of us.
Call you the nucleus, the protons and neutrons,
and I the electrons.
(Not orbiting, mind you. Electrons are not planets;
their positions can only be described in probabilities.)

But love poems have been written--and rewritten--
to the point of triteness, don't you think?

I could make a new name for myself.
Add one to my atomic number, become a new element.
But in the end,
atomic symbols are not enough
to spell out all I have been and want to be.

If an atom tells you it left its electrons somewhere,
ask it,
"Are you positive?"
And it'll respond,
"Yeah. I'll have to keep an ion them next time."


I suppose at least
making chemistry jokes is
something I can do.


Title: Old Books
Spoiler! :
you know that smell old books have?
the one that rises readily (hehe, readily)
out of the rich, worn pages as you
riffle through them.
slightly sweet, soft,
reminiscent (reminiscent =P) of afternoons
curled up on an armchair, book on your lap,
sunlight slanting through the window,
dust motes swirling in the air as you immerse
yourself in otherworldly worlds.
(i have no armchairs in my home. but somehow,
this is still what i imagine.)

you may not know this, but according to
the all-knowing internet,
there are various chemicals responsible for this.
toluene and ethyl benzene for sweetness,
vanillin for a hint of vanilla.
2-ethyl hexanol for a floral note, and
benzaldehyde and furfural for a whiff of almond.
it's like a recipe, with all these scents being
whisked together into an irresistible combination
that brings back memories and a feeling of comfort.

even if i don't have an armchair,
i hope i always have old books.
i can wrap myself in the pages
like they're soft blankets,
breath in the aroma compounds,
and be at peace.
mint, she/her


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Title: Never Ask a Writer This
Author: Kaia Jersaga

Describe your crush, you say.
My eyes move to him,
In his corner of the gym.
He looks so dirty. That's okay.

No words does he ever speak.
His favorite thing is snacks.
That, and undisturbed naps.
He has quite a mean streak.

But he's the cutest little dude.
Four fuzzy pink paws,
Two beady black eyes,
One fluffy little tail,
Two needle-like teeth,
Oh, he's just begging for food!

Describe your crush.
Again? Okay, your call.
My eyes move to the wall.
My imagination is the brush.

He's my purple gemstone.
Purple streak in soft black hair,
Prettiest brown eyes, I will dare.
He and me, we're never alone.

He's not real, but if he were...
Five, four, sweet, and kind,
Quiet, youthful-not a man,
Refuge he can never find,
From the evil things I plan.
He's my recognizable character!

No, I don't need a real crush.
Me, my hamster, and imagination.
We're close enough to that sensation.
I don't need that romantic rush.
Traditional Christian, ISFJ, and Infamous Quirky Cat
You are God's beautiful little being!




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Title: these hands of mine
Author: Lovestrike

I wish I could unburn the fire
that came coursing down the canyon

part flames like a crimson sea,
re-erect each timber,
hang the rafters, reconstitute a body
from ashes like a genesis god
scraping adam out of dust

I wish these things
for you because I know homes
—like parents, like lovers—
are not supposed to die

even when they do.
Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?
[Solstice, she/her]




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Ventomology says...



If it's at all possible... I would love to submit The Lullaby for People Who Stay Up Too Late. I'm happy to do any clean-up needed, get all the text into TNR, get clean, black-and-white music notation, and do all the formatting into pdf, etc. I have access to the full adobe suite, so I should be able to get it presentable. Just let me know quickly so I can do all the necessary work!

If not though, here's my back-up:

Title: Flat Tire
Author: Ventomology

In spring, the roads groan
from bloodless nicks and cuts,
spiderwebbing chasms in asphalt
that bloom from every salt-and-tire abbrasion,
every molecule of water that drips between the aggregate
and in the weary freeze and thaw of winter
expands--
wounds boiling up to break the skin of man.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Hijinks says...



@Ventomology those are both great options! If you're willing to change the font to Time New Roman for The Lullaby for People Who Stay Up Too Late and change the colours to clean black and white, then we'll definitely consider it for the collection!
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

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fatherfig says...



Intangible Heart

a figment of my imagination
a lovely painted doll
you are warm and sleeping
graceful and pretty
i am strong and tall
we are switched in places
just like i would want
you are a kind boy in my arms
warm and small and there
an entire world is in your smile
and then you arent
and im alone
the world has ended
in a cascade of dawn
just like i thought i wanted
no one there at all
no one who is small
no one who is all i want
the cuddling is gone
and i am forced awake
by the alarm
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig




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Title: I'll miss you but it's okay if you need to go
Author: Dossereana

Stars like large snowflakes
shooting across the sky
lifting me way up high
oh tell me how I'm supposed to
let you go
with someone that you don't even know
I don't understand
how you could have done this to me
but I guess I never really understood what we had
maybe even if you had stayed
it still would have ended like that
I guess it's the regret of letting you go
because it stuck with me
and it'll stay here for eternity
for I'll never let go of this regret
I guess this is something
that has to happen
at least once in someone's life
but I want you to know I'll be right here
if you ever come running back to me
because I still
want you
Oh you just have to wait, and peace will come to you!




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Will be submitting three poems among the best I have!

Author: alpacaboss

POEM1
Title: On a Tightrope

A hundred thoughts rush through my head
When I hear sentences strung through
Resonances I wish to never hear again
Forcing me for a reply

A demand to take a stand, I cannot
For I fear if I choose a side,
I will lose the other
Forever to the darkest depths

How many times have I voiced out
A complaint, a response, an opinion
For it to be hurled in the abyss
Trampled to dust

That is why I keep my mouth shut
Even if it wants to burst
I’m afraid I’ll start laughing
For being too stupid to talk

You’re too quiet, too neutral
But it’s best to stay on the tightrope
For one misstep, a misspoken word
And it all comes crashing down



POEM2
Title: Writing Like I'm Running Out of Time

How do you write like you’re running out of time?
Making sure every sentence of your poem rhymes?
Putting down incoherent ideas of a story,
Making sure that the result isn’t boring?
After working day and night with the hope
To be able to cope with the slippery slope
Of college’s worries and troubles,
I want to sit and blow bubbles
Popping them till my worries vanish,
Chomping on a sweet cinnamon danish
Till my stress seems to wear away.
Writing is a way to tell what I want to say,
While I imagine burying myself in a fluffy duvet.
But not today it seems, anyways.
I cannot avoid the load in front of me;
My teachers have a homework-giving spree,
If not homework, then through heaps of lessons
With loads of information to absorb ev’ry session.
All to amount to a couple of tests
And final projects, you know the rest.
With grades to determine if pass the term
Waiting for that is the worst, I can confirm.
But I decide for now, for my sanity
I’ll write a bit as a break from reality.
Even if it takes a bit of creativity,
Making stuff like these makes me happy.
Maybe after all this hiatus is done,
I’ll relax and enjoy some sun.
Now, I’ll just write a little story,
Before facing my studies in all its glory.



POEM3
Title: Gifted

They call me a genius,
Marveling at what I’ve done.
Skipping a couple of grades
Amazing most everyone.
All assuming, assuming,
That I’m a smart and good child
Listening to her parents,
Well-tempered and mild.

Don’t you all see underneath
The praise and the compliments
Is an overwhelmed kid who
Thinks they’re a disappointment?
The gifted are robbed of friends
For their thinking is unique.
Even if they try to talk,
It’s hard to join any clique.

Overthink, compare, repeat,
Will this vicious cycle end?
The worst part is when you know
How much they have to pretend.
Pretend you’re happy with grades,
Comparing them to others.
Pretend you’re happy alone,
As if you do not bother.

We are not robots, machines,
That simply accomplish things.
We want to be loved for us,
Like normal human beings.
Our intelligence is just
Part of our distinct nature.
It does not make us into
Some weird exotic creature.

Being gifted seems to be
Both a blessing and a curse,
Thanks to unhealthy pressure
Which makes our mental health worse.
Be kind to gifted people
There you will begin to see
Their strengths, flaws, different quirks,
Uniqueness in full beauty.
John 3:16; Joshua 1:9; 1 Timothy 4:12
Professional Bible nerd, Christian and classical music enthusiast, and alpaca lover
To God be All the Glory




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ariah347 says...



1) Wonderland Wanderlusters

In Wonderland's realm, where dreams run free,

A whimsical bond, my friend and me.

Through tea parties and enchanted sights,

Half of my life, we've shared these delights.

In curious forests, we have both roamed,

Seeking adventures, a world of our own.

Side by side, through the Cheshire's grin,

Finding wonder in every tale we'd spin.

Amongst the toadstools and daisies fair,

We'd wander with mirth, without a care.

Through the Queen's garden, roses in bloom,

We'd dance and laugh, banishing gloom.

With the Mad Hatter, we'd sip and chat,

Losing all track of time, just like that.

And as the White Rabbit would dart away,

We'd follow, eager to join the fray.

Down the rabbit hole, hand in hand,

Together, exploring this wondrous land.

With the White Rabbit, we'd often race,

Chasing moments, our hearts would embrace.

In the Jabberwocky's shadowy lair,

Facing our fears, we'd boldly dare.

Protecting each other from every fright,

In Wonderland's embrace, we'd find our light.

Through ups and downs, we'd navigate,

The maze of life, our bond innate.

Like Tweedledee and Tweedledum,

United we'd stand, forever as one.

As the stars would twinkle up above,

friendship, an enduring treasure trove.

In Wonderland's embrace, hand in hand,

My best friend and I, together we stand.

In the Queen's court, we'd hold our ground,

With loyalty and love, we were crowned.

Facing the Red Queen's fiery ire,

In unity, we'd never tire.

With the Caterpillar's wisdom profound,

In every challenge, we'd astound.

Through trials and riddles, we'd find our way,

Encouraging each other every day.

In the Mock Turtle's sorrowful tales,

We'd find solace when hope pales.

And in the Gryphon's spirited flight,

Our spirits soared to great heights.

Through whimsy and magic, laughter and glee,

Together we'd dance in jubilee.

In Wonderland's embrace, a bond so pure,

A friendship for ages, strong and sure.

As the sun would set in Wonderland's sky,

We'd bid each other a fond goodbye.

But in our hearts, forever to last,

A friendship that's boundless, steadfast.

2) Reclaimed from the Sea's Embrace

In a sea so vast, a boat once did roam,
On it, a lost wanderer, all alone.
A heart adrift without any map,
Too big a journey than she was apt.

Through crowded skies and empty ocean,
She searched for meaning in the motion.
But in the tumult, she felt estranged,
As if her soul were forever changed.

The stars above whispered a silent plea,
"Keep searching, dear one, you'll find your key."
And in the depths of her weary soul,
She held onto hope to make herself whole.

Then, one fateful day, their paths did meet,
A stranger's eyes so kind and sweet.
In those gentle orbs, a world be told,
A universe of love, a home to hold.

With every word and every smile,
She felt a warmth that eased the trial.
In this special soul, she found her reflection,
A bond so deep, beyond detection.

Like two puzzle pieces finally aligned,
Their souls entwined, their hearts combined.
No longer adrift, no longer astray,
With him, her love, she found her way.

He is the moon to her sunlit sky,
In his embrace, she soared so high.
With him, she found a place to belong,
In the rhythm of their hearts' sweet song.

Together they danced, hand in hand,
Creating magic in this wonderland.
In the embrace of his loving arms,
She found solace, safe from harm.

No longer lost in the sea's embrace,
With him, her love, she found her place.
He is her home, her heart's true shore,
In his love, she found forevermore.

3) Invisible Chains

In solitude, I grapple with these binding chains,

A burdened soul familiar with these well-worn pains.

My narrator, meticulous in every neurotic critique,

Leaves no action unscathed, no effort unique.

A disease named perfection it courses through my veins,

Even in the midst of the sun live personal hurricanes.

Every flaw, a dagger to my burdened core,

Each battle is a campaign in an internal war.

Pen grips paper, a vice-like hold so tight,

A symptom of this infection, a relentless fight.

I carve my belittling into my soul deep inside,

Whatever you could point out, I've already identified.

Restless and unwell until it all is fit as 'just right,'

This pursuit consumes my days and haunts my nights.

Others dismiss, claiming it's all in my head,

Yet I sense truths lurking in words left unsaid.

In shadows between lines, I berate what doesn't exist,

An invisible link to the cold metal against my wrists.

The chains that bind, I yearn to break free,

Embracing flaws and scars and letting myself be.
•with love, a♡︎•
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spottedpebble says...



My three poems I give you for consideration:

Number 1
Spoiler! :
Title: Eclipse of Gold
Poet: spottedpebble

I sat on the bench
After watching the eclipse,
And I was contented to sit.

Though the "ring of
Fire" part was
For merely a second,
And I missed it,
The rest was beautiful.

The shadows of the moon
Left the shadows on the ground
Burning
And golden but
Dark
And inky
But soft,
As if watered down
By the fiery liquid
Gold light
Of the sun.

The sun was brighter
That day,
And during the drive,
I felt the sun so
Strongly that
I felt I must be
Golden myself.

Leaving all questions behind,
I rose up from below
The ground where
I had been resting dormant,
To stand and feel
The hot light on my face
Like a hand and
Celestial voice
Telling me:
You are beautiful,
No matter how you refer to
Yourself,
No matter how others
Interpret you,
No matter how many
Hardships you've faced.
You are beautiful and strong
And as long as you are in my light,
You will be golden
And you will always belong.


Number 2
Spoiler! :
Title: iworry
Poet: spottedpebble

The fear-...
iworry,
ilookforyou,
iworry, illbe-

Not here...
causepeople
areoh
somean,
iworry,
illbe-

Far away...
fromthewords,
andtheirmouths
withthedaggers
comingout
Making me worry,
iworry,
illbe-

Drifting high...
onacloud
ifloat
tothesky,
Far away
fromtheirvoices,
horriblechoices
Causing the worry,
Constant worry,
iworry,
illbe-

Crushed.
Under the weight of words
So overbearing and the feeling
Of hatred they say and i feel for myself and-

The anxiety
Made worse by the taunts they send my way turning
My perfectly good bright day
Into a darkness full of fear and hate and-

A hole
i'll fall into and never get out, always
Hoping for a ladder but they send me one
Made of snakes and barbed wire they weave from their lips and-

I escape into music
And community of like-minded people but
In real life i look for my friends and find
i have none and no one but
That's a lie they try to make me believe
So I bury myself in poetry
Hoping my real friends will be drawn to me and stay with me
Through the hardships, the heartache, the worry, the doubt,
Desperately trying, trying trying to find a way out and
I hope for support and a listening ear as
i listen to them so they should listen to me and my fear, right?

But no
They find
It's easier
To talk
And for I
To do the listening
But when I bring up my topics they
Stop even if
Our topics are the same,
I guess I must be boring to listen to
Day after day as I say

Thethingstheysayarehurtingme,
And
Youkeptaskingmeforacrushwellthisiswho,
And
Yesterdayihadthisirrationalfear,
And
Ihavemyownwordsandmyownsecretstoo

But I guess their bullies
Are more important than mine,
And I guess their crushes
Are the only ones worth the time
And I guess their fears
Are reasonable and there's no need to ask why

Are you telling me that?
Why
Are you scared of that?
Why
Are you liking that?
Why
Are you saying that?

So I have no escape
From the bullies who are dragging me down,
No escape
From the fears running me aground,
No escape
From the "teasers" whose words sting and have a horrible sound,
No escape
From the anxiety lurking all around

No escape
Too much pressure
So much so
That I lash out
Then I get suspended
While mean kids only get a time-out

And 'cause it happened twice,
They assume that I'm all spice
And they don't ask for my side
Even when
The truth isn't told but even then

im still stuck
in my head
im still stuck
in this bed,
Too scared to leave and
Too scared to cry, lest
They see the tears on my cheeks and
The fear in my eyes and

ShoutAndYellAndTauntAndTell
all the
OthersAllTheBadThingsIHaveDone
and why
IShouldBeMadeFunOfEveryDayOfMyLife

and
there's
no
end

So i Just
Keep
Living
Hoping
For
The Day

When i can
Walk
Away
And Say

I SURVIVED THIS-
I AM STRONG
I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY-
I'M NOT WRONG
JUST FOR LIVING THIS LIFE
AS MY BEST SELF,
THROUGH ALL THE PAIN AND THE STRIFE
I'M ALIVE WITH ALL MY HEALTH
INTACT, MY MIND
STILL THERE AND STILL PUMPING OUT
POEMS
AND BEAUTY
AND ART ALL AROUND AND
LOVEANDLOVEANDLOVE
AND JUSTICE AND
ACCEPTANCE
AND STORIES
ANDKINDNESS ANDMAGIC
AND MY LIFE ISN'T SOME TRAGIC
STORY JUST 'CAUSE SOME PEOPLE
TOLD ME I WAS WEIRD
AND TOLD ME I WAS WRONG,
AND I KNOW WHERE MY LOVE'S AT
ANDIAMSTRONGANDIBELONG!
~!!!!!!!~


Number 3
Spoiler! :
Title: Young Again in Autumn (Best Friend)
Poet: spottedpebble

Sitting in the cold
On the cement in front
Of the door no one ever
Wants to use,
Chatting while waiting
For my mom to pick us up
And bring us out of the wind
That blows hard and threatens
To whip the bracelet I'm making
Out of my hands,
We laugh as you realize
Your hands are so white
And cold as I sit with
My backpack pulling me down and
We talk about classmates
And crushes and those
Kids who are ignorant
In their words while
The wind keeps blowing and
The fall air's cold and
The cement is hard and stony,
Wondering about classes
And nets in the dirt
And while you laugh like a kid
I wonder if this is what it feels like
To be young again in autumn
Sitting next to your best friend
Outside school in the wind


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LuminescentAnt says...



I didn't submit until now because I thought I was going to post another poem, but I've decided not to, so here I am!

Author: Luminescent Ant

Title: The air is yellow
Spoiler! :
She puts on her shoes,

bracing for the horrors outside.

Shakily, she grabs the doorknob.

It is gray and cold.

She finds herself wishing it was the same outside.

She pulls open the door,

and before her shining innocent eyes, she sees

that the air is yellow,

and it’s like life is a sepia filter,

that the sky is a void of white,

the white clouds and orange sun have been sucked in,

a large cloud hangs over and watches,

but it’s not fog.

She slings her backpack on and opens the storm door.

A smell of campfire consumes her nose,

burning wood and cruel gray smoke.

The air feels thick and heavy.

The smoke lingers, not resting until

they have felt the pain of the fires.

Was life ever any other color?

What did mornings used to smell like?

She can’t remember.

The thickness of the smoke weighs her down.

What was the real color of the trees?

What was the real smell of morning dew?

The smoke clouds her memory,

just like it clouds her lungs.

The air is yellow.



Title: River
Spoiler! :
At the dark of night, so dark of a night

in my small, lonely room

I gaze at the screen of my phone.

So bright in such dark gloom

I wear a dress that is baby pink

With colorful zinnia flowers

It reminds me of when you and I

used to hang out in the garden for hours

I remember when I first saw it,

my face was filled with joy and laughter.

In your hands, on my birthday,

you knew it was my favorite color.

The dress was really expensive,

so why did you even buy it?

But only you remembered my birthday that day,

I instantly put it on and tried it.

You were the only one who gave me a present,

it showed how much you cared.

And afterwards, I really much loved

the lingering kiss we shared.

But now I've read the text from you

and I hate the dress so much.

As I read it, the world started spinning

I lost my sense of touch

"My dearest, sweetest Becca,

I really hope you don't mind,

I think it's time to drift apart,

our stars do not align.

To say this as short as I can,

I have just met someone.

We have been hanging out for a while now,

and my heart she has now won.

I truly hope you believe me,

but we were never meant to be.

I think that our relationship

was not the right one for me.

I hope that you'll understand,

I know that you are forgiving.

So maybe we can remain friends!

Sincerely, Aaron Heaving."

As I read the words in my hand,

my heart fills with something strange.

It's dark, dangerous, and chaotic,

and it's making me deranged.

Anger, feel your anger,

The devil whispers in my ear.

Let it fuel your heart and mind

only I can hear.

No, don't let it take over!

A kind angel says to me

You'll lose control of your good self

And get rid of your sanity!


As angel and devil are fighting,

a tear rolls down my cheek.

Now I'm filled with great sadness,

and I now cannot speak

My heart aches so much,

because of how much I loved you.

How foolish was I to not speak up

because of her, I already knew.

I had seen your texts to her

on your dreadful phone.

When I read them with dismay,

sooner I wish I had known.

"Be sure not to tell your girlfriend,

she won't be very happy."

"Don't worry my darling,

our secret is safe with me."

I wish that he could have heard

how much I cried that night.

Because I really, truly believed

that our relationship was just right.

I cry again now,

as I read the horrible text.

But since I knew about the other girl,

I wasn't completely perplexed.

But a teardrop falls from my face

and lands on a crack in my screen.

It flows down like a river,

but not the nice kind that's sea green.

It's ice-cold, gray, and deep,

and it can swallow you whole.

You'll become sadness, and not just be sad,

and disappear into the black hole.

But I will not succumb

to the darkness of the tears.

I will not give it my energy

and I'll continue to turn my gears.

If it means forgetting you,

so be it, I'm done with this.

Goodbye, I hope you have a good life,

your face I will not miss.


Title: "Don't Cry"
Spoiler! :
A tiny baby child, with a feeble body and soft skin,

Born just last week

Crying

She isn't used to this new, loud world

Her newlywed mother says,

"Don't cry, don't cry."

A young girl in a polka-dot dress

6 years old

Crying

She dropped her ice cream walking from school

Her unknowing father says,

"Don't cry, don't cry."

A bright and twinkly-eyed tween girl

11 years old

Crying

Someone in school said, "shut up" to her

Her "wise" grandmother says,

"Don't cry, don't cry."

A stressed teenage girl with dark eyebags

16 years old

Crying

She has so much work this week, she's stressed

Her naive best friend says,

"Don't cry, don't cry"

A brokenhearted young woman with running mascara

21 years old

Crying

The boyfriend she loved left her so cruelly

Her new boyfriend says,

"Don't cry, don't cry."

An adult woman, trapped in a cage of sorrow

30 years old

Crying

She suffers painful depression from

Bottling up her feelings so much

She says to her therapist,

"Please don't tell me not to cry,

I want to cry, I need to."

Her understanding therapist says,

"Okay, then cry. You can let it out.

It's okay to be sad, it's okay to cry."

And as she said this, a tear fell from her eye.

And they felt the pain together,

And they cried.
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- Albert Einstein
Inventor of the Lightbulb

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FireEyes says...



howdy, im here for this

Poem: The Prodigal Brother
Author: FireEyes

Spoiler! :
i was the aaron to your moses,

what is disappointing is knowing how their story ends.
we were different fates on the same
paper fortune teller, and i wish
i knew what your side said.

grief like a thick sludge pours down my neck
and clogs my airway so i cannot breathe.
every time i hear your name: pain.
what happened?

death has not pulled out its scythe,
but i have lost you to the waves of time.
we're both doing our best
to keep our heads above water.
i guess, though, time means nothing
when you have memories,
right?

i never loved you the way the story books
would twist it, but the space for you
in my heart has yet to callus over.
my baby brother, i never got the chance
to see us grow up in tandem.
as you surpassed me in height, i looked up at you
with pride, even if it made me mad.
(i'll forever be a month older.)

and that one month without you before i could
remember what it was like,
was replaced with moments together
that are blurry.
they were hand crafted like a painting,
but obscured in the varnish that was supposed to
protect it.

one month without you turned into two.
one bitter month,
two bitter months
three agonizing years.

each time i make a new friend, i'll never forget
who it was that gave me the ability to do so
in the first place.
you were more than a best friend,
you were a built in brother.

little brother, where are you?

come back

please
I won't go down by myself, but I'll go down with my friends
I'm taking back the life you stole
Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again

-My Chemical Romance




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foxtails says...



i might as well give it a go :)

author: envy
title: somethingthatmatters

Spoiler! :
i press my fingers into peony petals,
feeling their density, cold, even in summer

you talk like you mean everything you say
you feel like the sun, you feel like warm water in kiddie pools
& grass on bare feet, messy,
muddy, just like the color of your eyes &

nostalgia tastes sweet
but its hard to wash off of your hands
summer is just around the corner &
i feel it like ive felt it every year since i was nine
i find it second nature like bike riding
until you fall for the first time

i allow myself to say that this is more than just a scrape
gravel in my palms
my mother kissed my bleeding hands
i think about how everything is so beautiful

i wake up every morning like ive just been reborn
like an apparition, you were never even there







I say, in matters of the heart, treat yo' self.
— Donna, Parks & Rec