Young Writers Society

The night has come again;
And the only light
Is what I create
Through my mind,
Through my words-

A match is struck.

disenchantment i

My fingers find the old memories
Like learning how to walk again
And when the dust settles and I return home
I realize I've not been missed

I reach to grab the fading harpsichord notes
But they're fading into the night-
They were spun of starlight anyway.

I took it all for granted
Until it crumbled through my fingers
And the bird calls turned melancholy
The first illusion I encountered

harpsichord is such a beautiful word! I really like the way you've used the word 'crumbled' with the image of birds--it's absolutely delicious and evocative, mhm.

(is the entire project going to be linked to disenchantment/does that make it a saga of sorts? o:)

keep writing, keep writing!

disenchantment ii

The days pass by in slow TV ads
Telling you what to do
When all you want is to lie in bed

The sigh that escapes
As the hot water runs down your back
Turn the radio up in the shower
And sing along to a song you've never heard

Days of sickness, hollow days;
The city of your soul
Is bombed out,
Nothing lies behind walls of rubble
Devoid of life

You wait for the soil
To reject the corruption, the poison
So you can plant seeds again
And restore the lost wonders

@Pompadour I'm glad you liked it! I like harpsichord too, and use it a lot when searching for an instrument. (Don't be surprised is it crops up again!)
It may be some sort of saga, although I'm not sure exactly how connected these are all going to be. They connect better in my head, I think.

disenchantment iii

Come, sit on the rooftop with me
And watch the stars fall
There's fire in the skies tonight
I've front row tickets for the end
As the world goes supernova

The flames light our faces
White like floating ash on the wind
All we love goes to pieces
That come to rest in our memories

We hold each other close
In the face of death
And the shingles underfoot fall away
We close our eyes and see green
Like a Phoenix the world will rise
From the fire and ashes

disenchantment iv

The tears cut burning trails in the sand
I can no longer tell if they're mine or yours
Lying on the borderline
My seaweed summer dress twists into the ocean
I was created from water
To quench my fiery soul
And my fingers find the strings I missed
I hold them quivering in my hands
As if they might flee from my wrath in the night
If the notes elude me again, I will reignite in ferocity
I wait for the tide to come in and cover our heads
For it is when we are together
That we are most alone

disenchantment v

You never played the piano for me
The winter we declared forever friendship
And the silver sliver moon grinned
You first told me of your past

You never played the piano for me
The night I found your stash
Of newly composed pieces, you said
Were meant to be sung by starlight

You never played the piano for me
Though I know
That it is polished ebony dreams
Beneath the battered blue canvas

You never played the piano for me
Even when we sat together
On the bench, pretending we knew
Nothing of music or of love one night

You never played the piano for me
And once I tried it myself
My fingers remembering from years back
You were quiet for a long time

You never played the piano for me
But you played it for her

disenchantment vi

I looked at you today
The moonlight reflected in your eyes
But your face was illuminated
By phone glow and city lights
Because you weren't looking back at me

The simple backyard rocking chairs
Held no more wonder for you
Being with me and the night sky
Wasn't enough to make you happy
You would rather be alone
In a hotel room than here.
It was then that I realized:
I am in love with your memory.

disenchantment vii

Standing alone on the dance floor
She's wrapped in starlight
The sun is her crown jewel
She dances with the ghosts of the past
To the music of a memory long ago
The darkness is her spotlight tonight

Her silence mask her pain
As she slowly pirouettes
And twirls to fling off the shadows
Of what happened long ago, in another time

But when the streetlight flickers to life
It's not a dance flor but the street
And she fades, just a bit, where the light touches
So that even now, I'm not sure
She wasn't a ghost as well.

disenchantment viii

The sun is bright, but
Brings no warmth to the day
It's snowing in April
As thunderheads surround the sky

I walk out the door
Accidentally on purpose
forgetting my coat
To feel the kiss of snow on skin

I laugh to myself, softly,
Because the bliss warms me up
Inside out from my heart
The machinery inside me melts

When the lights go down,
And the curtains rise up,
I am held rapt by the performance
That I wish will never end

But when it does
And all illusions shatter before me
Somehow my hands are stilled
And all I feel is peace

disenchantment ix

To Paris, to London, to Reykjavik,
My wandering soul
Searches for a home
While I merely lie in bed
Wishing my life away

disenchantment x

05:00
Time to start up my day
Don't forget to eat
Sometime I don't remember
You need food to live
07:30
Time to get to school
I know my grades
Are if the utmost importance
But no one told me why
12:00
Break for lunch
Eat whether I'm hungry or not
I ask the daily questions of my friends
The answers are always the same
14:00
Going home now
My backpack feels heavier now
But not physically; few understand
The routine flies into pieces
18:00
Eat dinner, play piano
Don't forget to enjoy yourself
Try not to think about how circadian
Your days have become
21:00
Get to bed now
Don't be late, your sleep is important
Ensuring maximum performance
I hope everything's done for school
05:00
Wind up the gears
Start the automaton day again
The same schedule programmed
For life, if you consider this living.

disenchantment xi

You didn't tell me
That when I stepped into the ocean,
I would be swept away

My toes dissolve into salt and sand
And mussels cling to my legs
I slowly sit, then lie down underwater
Looking up
The sunlight filters through the waves

Fish swim through the hollows
Of my silent rib cage
My heart pulsing with the tides
As pearls slowly form
In the curves of my open palms

My hair grows to be dark green
And silken, seaweed waving softly
In the current that is my breath

You didn't tell me
That I would be swept away
That I would become a part
Of this world under the world
But what other life could I have had?
I have long forgotten humanity

Until the days when shadows
Cross the surface with a menace
And fire meets water
Gold coins rain slowly down
Covering my eyes.

disenchantment xii

These days I seem so forgetful
And my heart is pulling me away
From my studies
My dreams are calling me
Into a wistful state

'tangent-secant angle outside of a circle...'
fly away
'the tone of the short story, shown through the diction...'
across the seas
'equilibrium occurs when the rate of the reaction is the same...'
travel the world
'pointillism, or stippling, hatching & cross-hatching...'
and never return

The air shimmers blue crystal
As my feet drift inches over the floor
I weigh nothing, all wind and stardust
As my hair billows around me
My toes dip into cool water
As I enter into the void

The darkness dripping around me
Sets fire to my mind
Illuminating my thoughts,
Sharpening my senses-
Through ultra-violet eyes,
Everything is skeletal.

Yet something calls me back,
A tug at my wrist, my memory
I twist around, with a bitter laugh
And straining, stretching,
I split my soul in half
Sending one back to reality
While the shadow soul
Lives in illusion to this day