Young Writers Society

OKay so I have massive poetry writers block and a lot of this stuff will probably be ranty poems and I doubt any will be extremely good but I'm going to try to do three today to make up for the two days I missed okay I should stop typing now

Poem 1 I guess~ (Sorry, it's very rough)

Stop acting
Silence your stage voice
Wipe away your cheeks of blush
And your lips of dark paint

The lights are off
The audience is gone

I know it’s all scripted so I do not understand
Why you believe you can convince me otherwise

And it hurts
Seeing you use this role as a mask
To make yourself pure
And to excuse your cruelty

And I know as you tell me your words are from your heart
they are truly written on the palm of your hand

Poem 2~
(Also sort of rushed- sorry, just trying to catch up)


Doubting each word he wrote-- he thought--
He tore out page after page.

I wasn’t until he had only two covers,
And a spine,
That he realized how foolish he had been,
To rip out everything inside.

And it wasn’t until he held those empty covers,
That he realized he and the journal were the same.

Hey, Cello! I thought I'd just drop by and tell you that I really like what you've got here. The emotional content came across to me, and found myself subconsciously break out a faint lopsided smile.

Sorry I have really bad writers block this isn't working for me why did I agree to this auiebqufbqkjdhwuqk
Poem three~
In the silence of the room
My brain latches on to the smallest noise

A creaking in the walls
A quiet hum from the light

Anything is better than focusing

The paper in front of my had been wrinkled
Written on
Erased

Anything but this torture

I claim writing as my passion
Yet I find myself hating the idea of it
For I’m forcing out the words

They have no meaning
They have no purpose

So why do I bother?

Okay I'm sorry I forgot to like do this actually I missed yesterday and I'm still a day behind so whooops

Poem four~ (Once again rough and unedited, sorry)

I promised to stay by your side
For I had deemed you
The human embodiment of perfection

And I held your hand tight in my own
Tightly,
Constantly

And you told me you would keep me safe



They saw it before I did

They saw the way my skin flaked and burned
And they told me to run
They told me to leave
They told me to let go

But I kept your hand in mine
For you had vowed to protect me
And I had vowed to give you my trust

And I kept close
And I kept sure
That you made things better
For what could be more painful
Than letting go?
And if only I had known
You had hands of acid
And holding on
Was what broke me apart

poem five~

My voice is broken

I once spoke loudly
I shouted
I yelled
But my voice was crushed
By the laughs of those who listened

I once took pride
In speaking
In talking
But my voice was torn
By the eye roles and condescending glares
Of those who assumed I knew nothing

I once had confidence
In the words I whispered
In the thoughts I thought
But my voice was lost
In the fear of it being found

My voice has been broken
Torn, crushed, lost
So I pick up a pen

poem 6 I think (I'm very behind and really struggling to write) Idk I'll give this a title I guess


Spotlights~

Spotlights on
Audience silent
You stand proudly
Head held high

Your silhouette in on every wall
Backwards, forwards
Upside Down, right-side up
Frozen with your predator stillness

And you move
Sharply, quickly

Soon it’s a performance
Of elegant spins
And dips and twirls

And I find myself
Only distracted by your shadows

More lights go on
One after another
Washing you out,
Covering the walls
With you essence

And I soon find it hard
To tell you apart from the faux dancers on the wall
Because despite the lights shining on your soft face
You are becoming darker
And blending in with the shadows
Losing yourself to the backdrop
Losing your act to the spotlights