Young Writers Society

1- Red Flag

There's a hole in your soul,
Standing way up on high,
Where you can't tell the dark away from the light.

It waves the red flag
And hums a sad tune.
You're not the only one who can see it.

Tell me of the far days
When you still were whole.
Then tell me what happed that ruined your eyes.

The messenger bird
Is ready to fly.
Don't drop that red flag so I can see you.


There's a hole in my soul,
Standing way up on high,
Where I can't tell the dark away from the light.

It waves a red flag
And hums a sad tune.
Is this worth it when nobody sees it?

2- This Should Be Easy (working title)

Inside the envelope there is nothing.
Rippling words that flowed over paper
And dripped, tasty, from red lips have failed me.
The paper is stained horribly, white, empty,
Bland and salty, and smelling of pale decay.
It leaves a foul taste on the lips, that stays
And evokes lust for something more than hard tack.

These words are worthless, so I erase
And address the envelope empty,
To carry my fractured whispers home.

3- Peter

The solar flare came,
And our power petered.
Lives slowly faded away.
Only the strong-willed can survive.
And the weak peter with the lights,
Where the dark consumes them from within.

And you will go with them.

4- Ride it Out
You know you've been down
And out.
You've resisted the waves.

You can't destroy
The moon;
They're not going anywhere.

It's so easy to get lost
Under waves
When you hate them.

If you can't stand to live it,
Then love it
And revel in the Storm

5- Painted
Laughter falls satanically
From our tight hinged jaws.
You're face twists away,
Forcing your gaze elsewhere.
We do not recognize the other;
We ignore the thread of memory.
Your eyes are dials, spinning,
Hiding the spiraling enigma,
Even though we both know.

6
Chemicals splash on the shores,
Singeing the air with putrid fumes.
This beach is closed to you;
But why would you come anyway?
Green toxins swirl and swish,
Leaving dead scaled forms, but
Even the ocean can't defy the moon.

7
I can't help but remember
Your cascading words,
Glowing dejectedly,
As if it was your face.
We were blind and I foolish.
And secrets tumbled out of
Our heads and across our fingers-
Rivers hinting at floods,
Behind quaking dams.
You're face is invisible to me
And I've never known passion before.

8
Numbers crash in my head;
They don't dance.
Strange, how easily creation flows,
Wildly, randomly, with no rules.
But a repeating sequence will stagger.
My imagination can vomit up
Things that have never existed,
But imaginary numbers don't compute.

9
The words I worship drip, distastefully, from your lips
And onto the floor, where they run and spread
Until they are thin and meaningless rabble.
I try to salvage them, and cup them in my hands,
But they slip back through my fingers and fall
Back to the rough cement where they dry
And stain the ground with a faint, tainted glow.

10
The men came over the fields like ants
and mowed them down with brutal haste.
They slashed and cut and lives fell,
With a chattering, to the ground.
The corpses were drug and carried and
Left beside the old faded barn.
then they stole the fruits of their labor.

11
This is a happy poem to challenge all others.
And darn it, you will like my happy poem.
They say I can't do it, can only write dark,
But can't you see how happy this is?
If only you could see the smile I wear,
With my shiny white teach, cheeks aglow.
But you can't, so just take my word for it-
I'm the happiest darn poet that over wrote,
And this poem is the happiest you ever read.
Go on, smile, you must be grinning now.
You must be the happiest darn reader of poetry.
See, not every poem written is about woe.
I can write a pretty darn decent happy one.