Young Writers Society

Look at what you've done!
Look at how you've made others' lives better
and brought color into the world.

There is more than just gray and black
have you forgotten the rainbow?
Stop trying to put yourself down to the ground
and take it.

I say,
talking to myself in the mirror.
But not really because tomorrow I'll probably just be depressed again and this will never matter.
I am going to live life.

I like tails over heads
left over right
and I don't know why.

Odd numbers in my head may not be the neatest but are the best.
I don't know why I'm writing this.
Very sleepy naptime today.

Wearing sweatshirts in
brick buildings all day with you
glasses pushed up.

Dark eyes hold candles that flicker
while they sit and stare.
Burning
flaming
scorching
can't I just touch the tip a little bit?

If it just
tipped over into that puddle of alcohol on the table
would this whole house burn
or would it extinguish the flames?

Tear me to little pieces
to glue me back together in a collage of flesh and bone with misplaced body parts.
Cut into little neat squares
I am a puzzle
in a jar that has me jumbled and poorly tossed in.