Young Writers Society

I'm posting these late, but I really did succeed in writing 30 poems in April.


#14:

Alright,
another night
without you by her side
She says alright,
I don't mind
You think it's true
But she does
And you don't see

The mascara stains in her towels
The sleepless nights she goes through
You take what she says as the truth
But you don't know
Why don't you get a pair of eyes
in your soul?


#15:

My fingers dance on the
ice cubes, hoping to melt them
They stroke these gold bars
sometimes forced, but
mostly embracing
It's fascinating, like magic
how there comes sound of my will
Sound!
Like a rainbow,
sound of rainbow
like a miracle
Am I a miracle?
And what about
those black bars?
They contradict the
wonder,
but make it more
interesting all the same
This wonder winks
and schemes, cunning
Just the courtesy
of the black bars.

I don't necessarily
have to be such a
miracle,
but at my fingers
the melody bows
and flees, tempted
out of her shell,
as if under
wands' command
She, if something,
is a true, pure
miracle.



#16; Philosophy

The handicapped girl's hair
keeps being fixed by
her smiley helper
who's a little overweight.
And the helper
looks at the teacher
and the piece of her cheek
I see from my place
seems suddenly rosy
rosy like a pony
Rosy are the nails
that are writing this down, too
So there is something we share
though there could not be more
different people
than she and I
Although I had the rosiness
with my free own will
while hers is
just a proof that
human is a psycho-psychical and social
object
Did you know that?

#17: Polka Dot Day

Polka dot day
It is today
I'm loving polka dots
They're fine lovers
because you know
they really do love me
until the end
They're timeless
and they're mine
Yes, you lose to polka dots
How does it feel?
Bad, you say?
Oh no,
too bad!


#18: Spice

Heart, tomatoes, fire
Sky and sea and jeans
Sun, corn, lemon tree
Forest, clover, tea
Plumes, grapes, velvet dress
Roses, piglets, cleansed skin
Wood, nuts, sandy beach
Rats and bats and leather
Snow, seals, coconut milk
Carrots, foxes, oranges
Gotta catch 'em all
couleurs de la monde
Go!



#19: Today She's Afraid of Green

Today she's afraid of green
All shades, shapes and sizes
No Granny Smiths for breakfast
No jade ring wearing today
No being cool as cucumber
Only cool as something cool
And no recycling either
that's really bad for her
since she's the most eco-friendly
person in the neighbourhood
No use fighting back, though
because today she's afraid of green
and can do nothing about it.



#20: Cocoa Beans

They're playing happy family
I hear them through the door
Wait – that's no playing,
that's real because they are
a happy family
And what am I?
I'm the lone one in my chamber
I like it, but no denying
they could have asked me along
Not that I'd gone, anyway
but asking would've been nice.
I've been around longer than him
but still he's more real
because I'm just the half of
what I should be
and he got the wholeness in birth,
the lucky animal
Well, it's not my fault
I like cocoa beans.
Would you like one, too?



#21: Love Song

This is the day
to embrace yourself
You are too good
to be thrown away
Just tell yourself
"I can do this!"
and not only you,
but also I will believe you
Did you know that I love you?
And no, I'm not God
I just love you as me
because I just realized
how much I love myself
and I still have heaps of
love left in me
because I think you can
only love yourself to a point
So what I'm saying is
if I can love you this much
why couldn't you?
What if you'd came along
let's love ourselves
and all the others
just think how great it will be
to have each person be loved
somewhere
And about the
"you'll find Mr or Mrs Right" thing
you'll be happy to wait
because you have so much to do
the time will only fly
and then when you've done all
you have to do
The Person walks into you
and the rest, they say,
is history.


#22: I Think I'm Starting To Lose My Mind aka. The End's Drawing To a Close

A fox and a bear
went to the market
and what they found there
was a perfect target.
For what and/or why,
I shall not reveal
just look to the sky
when they make the deal.

#23: The Balcony

Imagine having a friend
living in the next door
with whom you could
speak on your balcony
while he was on his.
It would be nice.
You could send each other
papery airplanes
with little secret notes
inside them and
put a long wire between
the balconies and
hang things on it.
You wouldn't need phones,
you could just go out
on the balcony and
call his name.
Then he would come out
and it would be like
the balcony scene
all over again.
It would be nice.


#24: What If?

What if you fell asleep now?
What if there wasn't time
to do the things you'd planned
to do today?
What if you fell asleep and
when you'd wake up it
would already be
tomorrow?
What would you do after
waking up and realizing
you didn't do the things
you had planned to do
the previous day?
What if the things were
really important and you
were truly supposed to
do them in time?
If it happened to me now
I would be very, very upset
because it would ruin
my chance to surprise myself.
I want to succeed.
What would you do
if you were me and had just
realized you succeeded?


#25: A Cliché

A bird in the hand
is worth two in a bush
But clichés are taking over
everything.
The butler did it
and my originality hemisphere
I am your father
doesn't like it one tiny bit.
The grass is greener
on the other side
So you know
how I dislike clichés,
but there's one little
cliché I'd still like to hear
from you,
You know.
Three words. Come on.
A cat took your tongue?
I know you have it in you.
Just set it free. I'll lead the way.
No? Oh. Right. Fine.
Better luck next time.



#26: I So Have A Tune For This, Too

I step in the spring,
and you know there's something
I'd like to ask from you.
A slip of the tongue
you know that won't be wrong
'cause that's all I ask of you.

Oh, the little lover in me
is feeling so free
she knows she will hit it this time.
What do you think
of my eyes when I wink?
Should I go lil' further next time?

So please now, just get along
to this shared road so long
I feel it, we're having this thing.
And now my dream's coming true
when I'm stepping with you
into the my wonderful spring.



#27: Her Self

Maybe she'll do it tomorrow
She's already done so much
So much for others and everyone
and never anything for her self
She claims she's happy
but how can she be
for she doesn't know when
she wants to be alone
She doesn't know what's good for her
because she never has the time
to talk with her self.
Her self longs for the chance
to spend time with her,
but she doesn't ever notice.
She could only be happy
when there wouldn't be "she"
and "her self" –
only "she" and "herself".
She should take a break
go to sleep
and let the air flow through her
and then her self would lose space
and become herself.



#28: Rambler's Fate

Two light on/offs
On the same wall
What's the point?
Is the other one
for the left side
and the another
for the right side?
That makes no sense
since there's only
one lamp in the ceiling.
Does the closet door
in between them
have something
to do with this?
Would that make sense?
Not really, but it's funny
how disturbing it is
What's the point?
Maybe open the closet
Ah. The another one
is for the closet.
But what's the point?
A lamp in the closet?
Could you tell me, guys?
Guys?
Uh...
Hel-lo?



#29:

I felt myself curve
in the eye of tornado
when I looked into you
and saw what I meant
The stained glass in
the meadow of satin
in your eyes told me
enough and I couldn't
fly anymore but
closed my own eyes instead
Still I felt the words
floating around in the room
and toward you
The very same ones my
tongue didn't have the time
to touch before they went
and collided with yours,
the headstrong perils of horror
I hoped I wouldn't sink to the blue
that you would lift me up
and whisper me milk and honey
and I waited at the bottom
and thought you had got lost
The tornado blew the drops away
and went for itself
but I stayed and
had to rise on my own



#30: Dreams

Right now, the thing I will love
more than anything
is the dreams I'll have
when this is over
People should only dream
after good things, so
there wouldn't be any nightmares,
only beautiful dreams
that they'd like to write down
when they wake up
and remember the world
they saw in their sleep
The prettier world
they'd like to live in
I don't know if I've
appreciated
the power of dreams enough
but now I will
for I see what the point is
All I want now is to
drown in pillows and blankets
and dream, dream it away
and wake up in the morning
and feel the mountain
I've climbed after sacrifices
you should have the feeling
to know what I mean
Hey.
I think I just won something.