Young Writers Society

april 22. but that's life eh

all those missed opportunities
and unspoken confessions
and lost regrets just won't
leave me alone.

april 23. stranger

i wish today were ugly.
i wish the clouds crossed the sky
with gray and blocked out the sun
like some comic supervillain.

i wish i couldn't breathe
for crying right now. i wish i was
racked with sobs, i wish my face
was tear-streaked, mascara coming down
in some grotesque yet terribly beautiful way.

i wish you had yelled, shouted, screamed
i wish your face had been red and
full of declarations yet unsaid
and promises not kept
and lives ruined and hopes
shattered.

but the sun is shining, and my eyes are dry,
and i remember how you kissed my head
and went on your way. and i'm okay.

and you're not here.

april 24. idealism

really, you can't hold your own weight.
and someday your skinny legs will collapse
under the weight of all that
self-declared shameless pity.

but that day isn't this one.
and that problem isn't mine.

april 25 sonnet xxx

she knows all this thinking is getting her nowhere.
but the cycle continues, night after night
cause every time he tries to tell her he cares
the words float and disappear like a child's lost kite.

it isn't enough that they go out (though rarely)
it isn't enough, when they kiss in the park.
she keeps hanging on to him, just barely
so the night can't vanish her into the dark.

soon he won't be able to keep her on the ground
and she'll get lost in the sea of unstoppable doubt
one will explode, the other will cry for love found
and lost, it's imminent, and her lips pout.

but for now, she'll just wonder if he means those three words
as she spirals into another of her own separate worlds.

april 26. <3

(you look so good in
bright pink,
rhinestone-studded sunglasses.

you look so good in blue.)

yewis yewis baby

to the tune of 'ice ice baby' by vanilla ice, preferably the mash-up with queen's under pressure

alright stop, collaborate and listen
all hail nate for his great invention
something keeps us chained to our laptops
postin' all day like there ain't no truant cops
will it ever stop? man i don't know
take out the server there's another one, yo
we rock our keyboards like there ain't no other
responsibilities, people, father or mother
turn off the power we got our pencils
we don't live on nothing but yoghurt and lentils!
poetry, prose, scripts, nonfic
we got it all, so take yo' pick
daily, the new chat is rocking
with everyone teasing and playing and mocking
each other, 'cause we tight like that
and we're all really jealous of dono's hat
love it or leave it, cause yws is the best
we only love the noobs who don't be pests
but if there's a problem big brother will solve it
check out a book while the bartemius revolves it

write, write baby
write, write baby
write, write baby
write, write baby

now the new chat is jumping
instead of unceremoniously dumping
members out and there's no more lag
even the orange mod'rators ain't no hags
sam, suz, snoink, grif, ari, via, alt
you know everybody loves y'all.
now a shoutout to those in red
jack, bek, nate, the society you've led
into brilliance, yo, and those in dark green
man you guys are like a well-oiled machine
now the jmods just got some new additions
they definitely hotter than nuclear fission
and us purps, you know we're here to help
we do our thing when the work screams yelp
don't underestimate the blue greeters
they can welcome those noobs by the effin liter
and the beautiful black members, yo we got a lot
but they's all individual, and totally hot.
the site keeps me on my computer
tryna distinguish between dreamy and demeter
scrolling through the articles in the k-base
losing to june in a critiquing race
and if there's a problem big brother'll solve it
yo check out a book while bartemius revolves it

write, write baby
write, write baby
write, write baby
write, write baby

hey man, you're a lyrical poet
we got that forum in case you didn't know it
post your work after you got two reviews
we can tell you what's wrong, nice but true.
we are together an army of writers
against bad dialogue we're all fighters!
don't go bowling if you want to win
cause jack will beat you in two seconds
if you're bored we got a plot generator
don't stuff your first draft down the incinerator!
on yws we live in harmony
even purps v blues is friendly
we got adna and connie, cuter than pie
we got blogs where you can laugh or cry
which you will do if you try nanowrimo
it's killer, you'll be dying in november, yo
but if there's a problem big brother'll solve it
check out a book while bartemius revolves it

write, write baby shakespeare
write, write baby (oh-oh!) jack london
write, write baby t.s. eliot
write, write baby dr. seuss
yo, we're getting creative in here
i gotta have paper and pencil near
write, write baby too many ideas
write, write baby oh muse oh muse
write, write baby oh muse oh muse
write, write baby

all those missed opportunities
and unspoken confessions
and lost regrets just won't
leave me alone.

But that's life, eh? <3

but the sun is shining, and my eyes are dry,
and i remember how you kissed my head
and went on your way. and i'm okay.

and you're not here.

This whole poem was really beautiful. I really loved the imagery, especially the comic book gray cloud things. ^_^ You're so brilliant, Moomars. I don't so much like the separation of the last line though. Also, I think 'but' would better than 'and', but that's beside the point. I LOVE YOU!

really, you can't hold your own weight.
and someday your skinny legs will collapse
under the weight of all that
self-declared shameless pity

So beautiful. You could expand this imagery if you ever wanted to. <3

soon he won't be able to keep her on the ground
and she'll get lost in the sea of unstoppable doubt
one will explode, the other will cry for love found
and lost, it's imminent, and her lips pout.

Favorite. Pout, such a pretty, genuine word here. <3

you look so good in blue.)

I love the simplicity of this poem, because it feels like there's a bunch going on that I don't know, it just hints at the world and relationship behind this poem. Really powerful.

And then, genius. I. Love. you.

xDDD

I totally wanted to sing that last one. WRITE WRITE BABY. DUN DUN DUN DADADADUN. DUN DUN DUN DUN DADADADUN. xD <3

You're my favorite forever.

Being honest I am not fond of "The Thief", i think the word 'irises' does not work and the ending is weak. However, that out of the way, I really like "All I Need", it flows wonderfully, ends well, and left me feeling quite uplifted lol Furthermore "Pop" written on April the 6th I found interesting, and couldn't help but be intrigued, a fine piece of writing in which I hold compassion towards the lady character and was impressed by the contrast of symbollic imagery between lace and stockings which unfortunatly led me to a stereotypically slutty impression, which was then dashed by her honest intentions. If the reader wants it to, it can highlight the irony of attraction, that to be most attractive can also be to be cheapened, and that the short term effect of dressing up to be sexual is usually only a temporary exit to loneliness that can be followed by an ultimate, and self-determined revelation that you are left with very little love the next morning.