Young Writers Society

they no longer
completely make sense
anymore
(even to me though in the beginning
they did and I know the meaning lies hidden
somewhere)
im told every choice
should mean something

i will be honest
i don't know why the letters
aren't capitalized
or why the only
punctuation I have is
a set of parantheses
(though they are an under used
tool in my most humble opinion)

i don't know why i created a new
stanza
or why i broke the line there

in fact i'll probably change that
if i go back and edit ever
(though editing is a mysterious idea
that i have never quite mastered)

i do things because theyre pretty
because i dont think with punctuation
and capitals
(though i do go off on tangents
thus parantheses = helpful)

i like
the way
one is forced to read
bro
ken
ly
because of lines

i like the feeling
where youre not entirely
sure whether
meaning is nestled within the nest
or not

Tell her what you want to hear
and she'll sing it like it's true.
Just looking for a
shot at the mic,
she'll be your Billy Mays
if she finds a kind of fame.

Let her know what you want.
She's a dumb blind babe
-I don't mean the hot kind-
and won't question your motives.

Take advantage of the girl.
All she wants is a smile.

"Well, Diane, the storm system's moving up to the north and
the temperatures are supposed to rise.
There's a 80% chance of storms. I'll take this moment to
remind everyone of the procedures to go through in case extremely sever weather."

The air is that sickly yellow,
the jaundice of a coming storm.
Gusts of wind, rocking us all day,
have fallen asleep in the glider.

"Unplug any appliances or electronic equipment."

It's quiet and even on the porch
I'm isolated from the lullabies of nature.
Behind the curtains of cloud,
the sun hurries to meet his lover
for one red kiss.
The air is that magenta
that you thought only existed
when your printer was out of ink
except for thank ugly purple color.

"Read and understand your insurance policy, especially disclosures.
Examine your homeowners' coverage, as well as auto policies."

The tension in the air
(I imagine elements I have forgotten the names of
are in the midst of an awkard family moment.
They're all full of extremes,
struggling for a bond)
has spread to my stomach
which tightens like a fist.

"Consider buying a whole-house surge protector.
Whole-house surge protection can protect against lightning strikes."

When that first flash comes,
it is a release,
the moment a fever breaks.
The thunder demands
order.

"If you have lost power,
use battery-powered flashlights for lighting rather than candles,
to prevent accidental fires."

It's strange
how the storm is more peaceful
than before it strikes.
Even after, peace isn't a promise.