Young Writers Society

Well, better late than never. Here I am!

Apologies

Stars shone gold in the night blue sky
A cuppa of rose and a cuppa of mint
Jewels of red and leaves of green
A fragrant couple beneath the midsummer night

Stars glared white in the dark indigo night
A cuppa of dried leaves and a cuppa of sticks
Threads of heart and inklings of a promise
I'm sorry, I could not....
Get to you in time.

(Well, that was very interesting.....I don't even know what it is but...)

I keep forgetting to post here....

Soft hard strokes

Illuminated with a desk lamp glow
I leech away the stress and toil
Beneath each stroke
Of graphite against white
And let the magic flow....

Weeping willows

Symphonies of weeping angels
Sway their slender hair
And sing a morose tune

They dance a gentle dance
Of death and all its glory
Swaying their skeletal waists

In the ghastly autumn wind

Apologies - Its okay, I dunno what half I write is either! Can I just say that I love the word "cuppa" It sounds so homey and folky.

Strokes - I wish it were longer, the words are so sweet :3 Willows has a haunting feeling to it and you've got quite the diverse selections :O Where do you get your inspiration from?

Aw, thanks Audy. ^_^

Erm...I don't know. Looking outside the window, most of these are just random pieces strung together. Which reminds me...I seriously need to write more poems.

You do! These two are really nice.

^-^

*gouges self on love*

I shall then. You people are so lovely.

Forgotten things are like broken tears

I have a friend, who likes to collect things

The glimpse of a raven's wing,

The reflection in a cat's eye

The rhythmic sound of rain falling on leaves.

She collect these, in snatches of whispers.

And locks them away

In the chambers of her mind.

And on days, when I accompany her to the endless graveyard.

She would walk amidst the grave angels, with bundles of posy

Lilies

Roses

Chrysanthemums

...


She says,

Forgotten things are like broken tears.

And she is on this world.

To peice them together again.

Crystalized (a haiku)

Rain pounds the window,
And the drops crystalizes
On my frozen heart

These all sound like they come from the same fantasy story. Really pretty.

^-^ Thanks Rosey, really? o.o