Young Writers Society

23/30

counting down from
Alaska
we notice carving's on the windshield
as if the wind could speak
writing a love letter to us
but we were astonished-
and a tad offended
when it happened that
it was a death threat.
we kept rolling
thinking it was rubbish
but then the car
blew off the road
and we were gone.

24/30

the kink in my neck is a reminder
that when I stare at my toes for hours
I'll forget the things that matter

and sometimes I understand that
I'll be here
abandoned
on an iceberg in Africa
but it's hard to let the past
slide into the shadows surrounding my ankles
because they brought a flash light
and I'll never forget

but it's all the same and
if I float to mars
please tell my daisies
I said hi

25/30

colours are the best sound
they're louder than a roaring ocean
and as quiet as a butterfly's breath

they take the world and paint it
in rainbows
music notes giggling off the pages
drops of magenta filling in the cracks
on the sidewalk.

shh! quiet down!
you'll scare away the moon
from last night's kaleidoscope

26/30

shaken awake by guilt again
seeing me in my bloomers
like there's something wrong with
bruises

I don't know why
I'm waiting for a jolt of energy
when I haven't had any espresso beans

27/30

fake smiles let the eyes
tell the truth
on glossy paper I
look like a monster
squinting at the sun
like it's hiding a dark secret from me

say cheese!

you tell me
but I just grin
because I know that what you actually mean is
shut up and let me take the picture

and they ask why I hate my photo
stealing away my image
and replacing it with a person no one knows

28/30

there's a spot- like the sea
where you can float
for years
without knowing who you are
or where your home is--

BUT that's too deep
when we're talking
the season between spring and summer
and everything you know disappears
and you're waiting for a familiar taste
but the unmistakeable sense that there's blood in the air
is here again

29/30

do you have the time?
a question I don't know the answer to
do I?
I ask
glancing at the rusty hands
going for another lap
it occurred to me
that I lost time a long time ago-
so I'm practising
looking for numbers
because practice is how we learn
and numbers is how we count
each piece of lost time
and seize it
like it seizes us
in the end

30/30!

raw-hide wastelands
they're preparing for war
bucking up
on a horse they don't know
born for blood
caught in the rip-tide of rotten teeth
like blisters from the sand
their hearts are swollen
with the effort it takes to swallow the dread

}but there's a storm coming{
}it's starting in your town{
}fight for the breath you were given{
}because you're the only one left{

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I decided to continue, because I can't sleep.

31/60

mommy never told me;
I'm quieter than the rest
like golden thimbles
my fingers play the keys on the piano
as if all I am was a song
recorded for the world to hear.
let me be the notes you cherish,
for im but a lazy smile on a fisherman's lips
ready to whistle a tune

32/60

questions we ask ourselves daily

candles blaze a hole through the night
like pin-pricks on a trampoline
lying beside you in a playground
I like the way you pull away your toes when you accidentally bump into me
But they won't notice.
no one ever seems to notice.
you're just a friendly version of the girl I used to know
you think those pig tails will fool me?
you know I love a girl with curls
but was it for the right reasons?
am I concerned?
there's a melted Popsicle on my knee