Young Writers Society

April 25th
In me you see

In me you see the time of the year
When from branches hang yellow leaves, scattered and few.
On top of the limbs shaking off a frozen tear
Is the space where so often birds used to sing as they flew?
I remind you of the darkening time, the twilight.
When the sun has set in the west,
Which again and again is stolen by the night.
Awoken by pain is a minion of death.
In me you see sky-high flames
Fueled by the ashes of my past
As I lie on my deathbed, where my existence is tamed,
Eaten by life, it releases it me at last.
This is what you see in me, which is why you love is strong.
A love so vast, that you will leave behind when we are gone.

April 26th
My muse

Farewell, my frolicking Muse
Thanks for the words, the images
The gore, the joy, the awkward silence.
The blank pages succumbing to our onslaught
of words and ideas.
I hope your happy. You led me on a dance
throughout space and time, on a boat
of our own imagination,
but now you leave me
in an orchestra of white, to try and forge
my own creativity. Perhaps because you
love me, but if you love me as I love myself
then cruelty must surely be your cause.

I wish I could even have a memory of
your smile, so that maybe, I could
escape this prison, void of both
creation and destruction. An enigma
I would not wish on my worst enemy,
yet doubt that I am that to you my Muse.
A game then, yet if it were such,
then you would be back by now,
and after a frown, smiles would melodically
entwine in our souls, and again we would
conquest a sea of material with our minds.

Alas, you left me nothing but pain.
And even with that I cannot concur
more work to sate the thirst of the
tangible desires plaguing my life.
So now I am left with a selfless greed
and an empty hand to feed it with.
I await your return, my Muse.
Save me from myself.

I'm impressed, Cam! You're doing really, really well for NaPo (better than I am, at least~), and this is pretty dang good stuff. Keep it up, but watch out for things like

I hope your happy.

Keep up the awesome,

-Lumi

April 27th
Gems of Text

Sometimes in life, we are able
to birth great feats, that we think
are beyond our comprehension
of our craft and are more fitting
for great heroes to execute.

A strike in the perfect area
removing all foes with a cold
reference to the rules of the game.
A note, a melody, a song that
spans into us and wrenches forth
an emotion we seldom will feel once more.
A piece of text, that inspires the inquiry
of the reader, and makes them question
Why?
How?
and gives them something more solid
then maybe; an answer they create
or a void they dive willingly into,
in which beings and places frolic
as they dance from the reader's mind
and into the text and then back
into a world of inspired creation.
A Fantasia Utopia, A tragic Dystopia
It's up to the reader, and thus, up to you.

April 28th
Alone

Angels don't hear my cries
Demons don't bother with my mind
God is a figment I revealed
Satan doesn't deserve my soul
Cults seem reasonable,
But my Sense prevents me from even that
Fantasy is a painting
I can view for no longer
The museum is closing, and I must go
Realism is the epicenter of my misery
And Abstract Expressionism provides no escape
The "Who needs Friends?" is a high talk
That many, including I see as empty
The popular crowd are the hounds of my chase
and I the rabbit.
The hunters are me as well,
and so that I am destroying myself.
Emotions are so tangled
my heart is a thorn bush
long punctured and burst
just waiting for the last beat,
and then the great mystery
that has to be better than this cold reality.

April 29th
Hey Guys, Sorry, but I'm stretched for time so today's poem is a haiku *again*

Death

The unknown demise
revealing itself to me
yet hides from others