Young Writers Society

Abandoned City

I was alone
among the buildings
taller than the mountains
closer than the trees

the sky closed around me
and among it all, I stood alone.

It felt like a drill in my chest
pounding deeper, breaking free
from that layer of support
to free-fall towards the pit of

hollow shells

I am an empty egg
crushed by your monster foot
and left alone to bake and freeze.

This is me, among the buildings.
This is me
among your smiling faces
the last mortal of the stars
standing on the empty streets

paper flies free
more paper than could have ever been
in the whole collection of The Library.

This world is not so big that we cannot be alone.
That we cannot evacuate a third of it
and stand together, with elbow room to dance.

We're just not conservative.

Stripes

Sleek black Sleek black
orange and bourbon bright
like whisky on the tongue

tapping at the talent tastes
of eyes which scan the night.
Sleek to Black in seconds

bouncing on thick tree legs
sliding beneath the trails
purring like a kitten

Sleek black sleek black
white and fuzzy bright
like sandpaper on the tongue

tapping at the taunted tail
of paws which steal the night.
Sleek to Black in seconds

Dictionary

The moment of I wish I was
forever captured in a word
perhaps an A in front of it.

Peer inside my binding
and I'll show you the world
every moment entrapped here
shining, shimmering, splendorous
what will your heart look up?

A whole new word
a wondrous place for you to play
where you can get a nightmare
of nihilism
and a nimble
nobody together, trapped within.

My nightmare would be to
be in a dictionary created world
where Apples are only next to Aptitudes
but there's probably some words I forgot.

That is the moment when I wish
I was a dictionary.

Antagonistic

Some days I really
really, really hate you.
It's like you boil my nerves
in liquid fire. I think that's called
Lava, or Magma, or Molten Metal
but I'm not sure the technical
name for being so antagonistic
you deserve to have my loathing
but never actually die

because some days I love you
and that's the antagonistic part.
You're controversial to the core
of my being, like a square
that isn't a perfect cube.
A square with a 1 inch width
and 3 inch sides on all sides.

Oh the loath of imperfection
and you challenge me like wildfire
skips that one little tree
saying Hey there!
We're going to forget about you because
well, someone needs to suffer.
Good luck watching everyone from far
up in the sky as you outgrow them
and suffocate your neighbors
so you'll always be alone.

Congratulations on NaPo! I feel so behind you did like fifteen extra poems. Thanks for being such an awesome example!

Quiet, hooves pounding
sand and dust, the beat a hollow drum
echo heavy with the weight
of a thousand backs on soft packed pillows

da-da-Dum, da-da-Dum,

My hips sway like I am dancing a tango
across the outstretched world of a thousand legs
and we are rocking along, as my body sways
catches, and sways

she is a good girl,
hang-necked, sway-backed, and long-toothed.
muscles ripple at my touch, and she obeys
listening like a deadened slave
but I am here to listen

to hear her tell me
not to poke
not to pull
leave it low
and let her go on her way <- very punchy this part, I like the effect

I listen and quiet hooves pound
the sand and dust beneath us
as we sway along her every western limp.

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Chipmunks skurried
like unhurried felines
lounging in the morning sun
lazily waiting for their prey
to come upon them
rather than the other way around.

They darted between leaves
their size and bigger
and the shadows
secreting them away from tire tracks
but my eyes were fast,
and I counted twenty
to a single side as I rolled
slowly through their highway What I love about this piece is that it pulls you along, very smooth

Crawl, crawl, car,
my portable guillotine
to their micro lives
I want not to squish them,
I want not to hear that sound