Young Writers Society

I really liked 13 and 11

Hehe thanks a lot!

Since today is earth day (I think?) I decided to write a haiku, since they are meant to be about nature. I combined three so that I could make it longer. I'm not too sure if you are supposed to do that... but I did anyways. Ahahahaha (:

14. Raindrops Fall

Cool raindrops falling,
From the dark sapphire sky,
And explode down below.

Soaking petals and,
Landing on children’s noses,
Then slipping down to,

Give the grass a drink,
Sinking down into the roots,
Then going to sleep.

15. The Words Within

My mind feels on the edge,
Ready to explode,
Millions of thoughts,
Causing my brain erode.

My pulse is quickening,
My head is pounding,
My stomach is churning,
Blurring my surroundings.

A chill of panic,
Shimmies down my spine,
Making me uneasy,
Dragging me over the line.

Anxiety bubbles within,
And a scream echoes out,
My thoughts and ideas escaping,
As if from a spout.

My mouth is moving,
Faster than light,
Only a few more words,
Until my pulse is right.

Now I feel at ease,
With everything that was inside,
Finally released,
Letting my stress subside.

16.The Eyes Eat, What the Stomach Can't

The tantalizing aroma,
Of cooking delights,
Wiggles up through my nose,
Making my stomach excite.

Cheesy layers of lasagna,
Fluffy mashed potatoes,
Juicy roast beef,
All scents reach my nose.

Oh my senses are going insane,
And my boggling eyes,
Just can’t decide,
Which to try.

I clean off my plate,
About to burst,
Opps, there goes a button
I’ll just lower my shirt.

Now most people would stop,
But nope, not me.
I’ll have some more now,
And burn it off later, possibly.

Okay, maybe now I should stop,
Considering I’m seconds away,
From throwing everything up.
You should probably get out of the way.

Okay, that’s it,
I’m finally done,
Oh, but there’s dessert!
I guess I’ll have some.

This is very rough I know, and I plan on fixing it up. Actually, I will probably re-write the whole poem, but I just wanted to get down these words before I lost the courage to write them.

17. My Scarlet Scars

There are so many things,
I want to tell you,
But can never find the words.
There are so many things that bother me,
And so many things that hurt.

Each time I find a new excuse,
To keep my words inside,
Perhaps the time is wrong,
Or your mood is just not right.

Instead, I carve the words,
Deep into my heart,
As the thick blood drips,
Out through each my eyes.

Eventually the bleeding stops,
But the words never leave,
A scarlet scar across my heart,
Forever there to see.

I hate how I'm never good enough,
You're always looking for better,
Looking at your friends,
To see what's wrong with me.

No matter how high my grades,
You always point out the lowest,
Saying how I can improve,
Instead of a congratulations.

You never seem to care about,
All that's important to me,
My writing seems to bore you,
And I pretend that's okay with me.

But the truth is,it kills me inside,
When you brush them all away,
You'll read a single page,
Before moving on with your day.

This tells me that you hate it,
That you think I'm no good,
And another scribble on my heart,
To add to my scarlet scars.

Blah, this one is not really great either. I guess this is more of a ramble of thoughts than an actual poem. I might write another tonight before I go to bed. If not... well... this one still counts at least. Ahahahha.

18. Questions Without Answers

I search my face,
For some hidden answers,
To the questions,
Which bother me each day.

What is wrong with me?
Why am I so cold?
Why is happiness only a memory?
What is so repulsive about me?

Is it my sarcasm?
Because I apologize,
But I don’t feel confident enough,
To part with it just yet.

Perhaps it is my dazed eyes?
And the bags beneath them,
From my constant tiredness,
But no amount of sleep seems to help.

Maybe my nose is too big,
Or my mouth too small,
My body’s shaped weird,
And my height is too short.

Maybe I will never know,
But if you would be so willing,
To do me a small favour and,
Tell me everything wrong with me.

19. Blurring Reality

My body becomes still,
While the life around me,
Rapidly carries on,
Too quickly too see.

Clean cut motions,
Become a blurry mess,
The words before me,
Seem to compress.

Laughter fills the air,
But the infectious sound,
Fails to reach my ears,
Floating in the background.

The people before me,
Become blobs of colour,
Seems like my senses,
Are only becoming duller.

I feel so detached,
Like I’m not apart of the scene,
Watching from afar,
Or on a large movie screen.

My eyelids become heavy,
As the curtains fall,
With only mumbled noises,
Being all.

My mind dozes off,
Into the land of dreams,
Where everything is clear,
And my life redeems.

I reeeally love all your most recent poems! 17 was brilliant!

Thanks alot! (: I actually haven't been liking my recent ones... I think all my poetic creativity has been used up. Ahahaha. Oh well, later I can go back and fix them up.

20.Fighting For the Words

The truth bubbles up,
To the tip of my tongue,
Waiting to be said,
Screamed or sung.

But only to burst,
On my pearly whites,
Draining down my throat,
Gone like the sun at night.

My lips are left,
Feeling cold and numb,
Thinking the words would be said,
Was awfully dumb.

I advert my eyes,
From yours so kind,
Smiling sheepishly,
Saying, “oh never mind.”

I wish I could tell you,
But I’m just so afraid,
That you won’t understand,
As my trust is frayed.

For now I’ll stay silent,
Until the day,
I gather up the courage,
To send the truth away.