Young Writers Society

13/30

the winter wind is boring,
chilling my bones and freezing
my thoughts. they create snowflakes from my
memories- families make snowmans, waiting for spring to
melt their bodies.

a storm upon the horizon
the sun is cold, the sky turns
numb. purple and bruised.
clouds of grey dash, disappearing
in the horizon.

the winter wind is boring,
etching out the pain-- freezing. a tape recorder
stuck on repeat,
the bones are ripped of skin.
children laugh
and cry, the bite turning blue against the
morning sky.

14/30

if you ever wonder what life is about
go outside because when you
stop and look around,
life is pretty amazing.

if life could remove somebody
you never dreamed of, soon as that happens
life will replace you with somebody you
never dreamt having.

15/30

you're so down to earth
and i'm up in space,
so show me the sea
and i'll take you to mars.

you held all of your feelings inside
like caught lightning bugs in the summer-
they glow against your skin
shadows brighter here than anywhere else.

i feel all darkness and
stars grow thin under your skin-
the universe dying slowly but when i
reached out to you, touching your soul
it came back to life again.

16/30

she wanted to find her prince charming
going out into the wood every morning
wearing her mother's pink wedding dress
and laced up boots,
she set off.

the frogs wanted a new queen
the princess of the nearby castle would make do,
they heard her wish of a prince through her open window
and croaked at such a fable.

she jumped over mossy logs and waddled through muddy waters
her mother's pink wedding dress was now swamp brown--
sighing, she fell down on her knees and looked up towards the canopy
a parade of tangled up branches,
green dirty leaves were
above her.

the frogs gathered the secret
providing the ungodly amphibian to princess--
a logical spin was in place but all they had to do was wait.

she nearly fell asleep when she heard that croak
an angry 'what do you want?'
stomping over, the princess grabbed the frog my the neck
'why are you late' she yelled, tears falling down her
muddy face.
the frog only stared at her with small droopy green eyes
making small pleading noises.

she wanted to find her prince charming
but instead found a frog-- the slime was
poison to her heart, licking her fingers in sweat.
groaning, the princess gave up and kissed the frog with two lips.
waiting
waiting
for prince charming to come.

17/30

the mid afternoon sun beats down on us
the guns we carry are warm and wet--
we didn't ask for this,
we only do it for fun.
the kids with leather jackets don't suspect a thing
smoking the cancer, watching the airplanes crash--
we don't know how we do,
we only do it for fun.
they laugh and point,
poison drips from their lips like sweet candy--
we forget why this happens,
we only do it for fun.
the leather feels tight against their skin
choking the air, creating gas mask--
we understand the pain one can create,
we only do it for fun.

18/30

the rainbows in the storm
are crying. their color are dripping like
artist paint-- red on her finger with a
crooked smile. blue danced playfully in her
evil eyes. it burns like ice
dazing the men in the thick sheets.
yellow falls haphazardly onto the crumbling sidewalks,
it only continues. orange burns like fire
stinging the monsters in her nightmares-- her parents
laugh holding knives.
green burns to brown through the smoke, she wants
this dream to end--
the purple stained her dresses, causing her to fall
the white dress clings close to her side--

the color are fading, darling
reach out to the sunlight

19/30

mountains move on foot
crumbling the earth below like
steam rollers. the waves from the ocean break
apart iron fences-- a rust ring dancing on the finger of the
devil. he puppets every animal on the broken surface,
some stumbling along a foggy mirror and
some stab the mirror with a bloody hand-- only a matter of perception.
the whispers of the trees snakes
around the bones of those forgotten, clinging for death and
for life.

crumbling, crumbling away
the sweet orange tea bubbles over like
foam onto the land and only
burns everything it touches.

20/30

they force these lies down our throats,
gagging through the mask of
dreamless dreams. black eyes and yellow
faces-- reaching out, holding onto a thin white line
we cry out but no one hears us.
paint our sorrows
full of pain, cut our throats--
whispers bounce off our bones in waves,
rattling like the train
speeding fast and
hitting me home. broken bones bleed of red,
home is lost
and--

no air
no air,
grasping at nothing with
heart ripped open.
you clawed it open and smiled.

21/30

spiderweb dandelions,
yellow and white dotted the field--
plague runs deep in the valley and
washed the weak to only vomit and bones.

they watch
from the kitchen, hands over hot stoves
careless--
my mother's face etched in pavement
cold red and blue dance around my vision.

the fog only lifts when
the secrets are recovered,
forgotten memories are left deep
within the deep and dark forest.

22/30

indoors, she huddles against a small furnace
smoke and rain, please
wash away my sins thinks she--
the movement of a swan,
dancing lightly on snow yet
powerful as a wasp
against thousand men.

pink butterflies will die when landed
and dreams that formidable against desire
will rise again. she holds onto a single thought,
a wire snapping with white and--
the girl doesn't remember what happens next,
green and purple feelings dance around her skull in the setting sun.

people are strange toys,
arguing over the important things
and overthinking the simple matters at hand--
the girl used to play with strange toys
holding out a small, pale hand to the dying sunlight
and waited. her mother would bring toys with
scars and bruises,
asking for her to decide. the girl only shurgged
breaking apart a nearby window.

smoke and rain, please
wash away my sins said she as
her mother was red and in the ground. the girl only
smiled and walked back home.

23/30

you hold your breath, moving your eyes from side to side
with devil and angel on your shoulders. pleading for your life,
regret pins you (like cloth against corkboard).
tearing at the seams, you try to hold in it with
a sad smile. cloudy skies are only the beginning, dear
sunny mornings are the wars we hold inside.

don't let go of the good things
like portals, they open up to another world
(a cliche kind of feeling) but
you'll never understand.

oh well,
leave your holey sorrows at the door and
turn your back to the rain--
i'll never love you
and never have.

24/30

explain to me how
you threw away my heart
only to have it
like litter,
floating in the wind. you never said anything that night--
only the goodbyes that are never explained
or planned hurt.

you don't understand how you
carved my bones with your love,
your breath tattooed on my skin
and how your hands gave me
goosebumps. you promised we'll work things out
if only, if only
you knew.

blooming flowers need love
like humans do in spring,
if you hurt the soil in any way
the love will fade.

25/30

i broke my rules for you
they crumbled under like cemete during an
earthquake. the skies were grey from the smoke and
depression but you didn't care. the birds flew
south for winter and the flowers didn't bloom.
yet,
when i met you the flowers started growing again--
you only matter when the sun was at the lowest and
when the storms rain in my bones. the rules were
built up like the future. (promise me you'll never leave
because the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never
explained or said)

26/30

i want your heart
because you stole mine--
dust now cakes my lungs,
it clogs my nerves and rattles my
bones. i missed the beat of it,
like a dying drum in battle. it echos off the
pink walls and laugh at the weak strings that
hold together my sadness.
you only took my heart when the
war was over--
what you didn't understand was
the war was just beginning.

fireflies spark flames in the night sky,
land on my finger and watch me burn

27/30

drop my corpse off by the
dirty pond-- the fishes love flesh and
bone. you only laughed and grimaced at the
red streamers hung at the ceiling. the party lights were
blinding you while i, the
soul left untamed, was
whisked into sweats and messy buns.
the pond glistens from the summer rain and the
spring heat-- it loves the way
your body tastes in the morning and
at dark.

drop my corpse by the
river and let it sink to the
bottom, where even mysteries like myself
are found everyday.