Young Writers Society

I've no idea if this is the right palce to do this, but I think it is. I've been writing poems every day, but I didn't know where to post them. I think here is the right place???

Oh well, we'll see I guess.

To be honest though, my poetry leaves a hecka lot to be desired. But ya know, that's what this is for right? To improve? Yeah.

The likely theme for these poems will be: How much angst can I conjure

1.

I yank out my heart
And drag it around
For all to see

Is this what they call
Poetry

2.

Maybe I’m not as dense as I think
but instead I selectively ignore the signs
that everyone gives me.

I wonder if things go over my head
just because I’m slow - but maybe
I really don’t want to get it...

But even with that said,
I’ll always be missing out anyway
because I’m always too afraid
to admit
I don’t understand.

3.

Can you break through the soil
hardened by the dry season?
Do you really want to toil
so long? There is no reason…

in your actions.
I cannot tolerate infractions
on my will, like this.

4.

Stop breathing down my neck
like I’m doing something wrong.

I’ve moved on from you
(So I tell myself)
I’ve moved on from you
(So I tell myself)

Stop calling me out just ‘cause
my thoughts linger too long.

I’ve moved on from you
(So I tell myself)
I’ve moved on from you
(So I tell myself)

Every day, I find more and more:
I’m not immune from this attack.
Every day, I think more and more:
Am I too weak to fight back?

You scramble up my thought life
and you dig through my past.
But I guess that’s your job,
because you’re never asked to
to come back.
You just do.

I’ve now set a standard for what
sadness looks like.
And I have decided that it is not you.
I’d explain it as such:

I’ve moved on from you
(So I tell myself)
I’ve moved on from you
(So I tell myself)

So I tell myself

5.

Stop trying to dig deeper
Because you won’t like what you’ll find
Despite this superficial face
I’m messing up my mind
With “casual” conversations,
hypotheticals, cold relations
far past due.

I’m failing to keep it together,
but I guess I used the right brand of glue,
because I couldn’t have done it better.

You ever wonder why it’s so hard to dig deeper? Maybe it’s because I’ve made it impossible for even myself to do so. Wouldn’t that be interesting?

This familiar face is what makes you comfortable,
So why do you want it to change?
If you were to see every part of me
I wouldn’t just be strange.

No matter what, you won’t look at me
the same way you do now.
But it’s my fear that when you’re near,
that you’ll not like me, somehow.

6.

Wait.
Just wait.

My heart rate has doubled.
My chest rises and falls but
I don’t feel it over the pain in my chest.
My head aches, a sharp pain:
above the ears, in the back of my neck.
My ears ring, I assume, because of this…
But I don’t hear it over the sound
of my thoughts.

Shut up.
Just shut up.

Everything feels cold now.
My arms and legs tingle for a moment
before they lose all motion.
I want the numbness to wash over me
because it hurts too much to feel.

I’m afraid I won’t get out of this with ease.
I’m afraid that this will hurt- but,
then again, it’s supposed to.
That’s is, after all, what the doctors say.

There is no cure for my diagnosis
if I refuse treatment.
I cling to the hope that there may be
another way…

but even I know that’s a lie.
I am no fool. But I just want…

to wait.

7.

I should be sleeping, but I am not.
I am awake, and my room is too hot.
I'd turn on the fan, for a measure of chill,
but I don't think I want to...
I don't think I will.

8.

Deleted by author :^) no worrie

9.

I ought to stop staring at this screen.
I know I will regret it tomorrow,
But my concern isn’t clearly seen
In light of suppressed sorrow.

I know it’s quite dramatic,
To feel regret…
For staring at a bright screen in the darkness.
I shudder when the light of the morning peeks through the top
Of my black-out curtains.
I count each passing hour:
Just one more, just one more.
Then I’ll put it away. Then I’ll go to sleep.
I can’t help but wonder if it’s not just addiction,
But also avoidance.
Maybe if I drown my thoughts with enough input,
I’ll stop thinking about everything that really matters.

It’s no wonder that when things do come up
They seem to be plaguing me with emotion.
Shame and guilt for wasted time;
Skimming through a millennial's ramblings,
Politics, and maybe (rarely) even something worthwhile…

But the nagging feeling I get when I’ve
Stared at this screen for too long
Only serves to remind me:
It’s working.

It helps me ignore and check out from reality.
And as much as I deny it,
That’s what I always seem to choose (when I’m alone)
Over everything else,
Isn’t it?

10.

I must be spoiled rotten
If I smell like meat forgotten
On a sunny day.

Now I decay
From all the sweet but empty words
Thrown my way.

11.

Friends through fear and friends through pain
But nothing cliche like the rain.
There is no metaphor, that will do us justice.
For what sisters have a love like this?

Our loss has tied us together.
Our hearts are intertwined.
While I cannot read your face
I can clearly read your mind.

You miss them.
So do I.

12.

I was made for loving you,
but what more can I do
than receive it.

I have no love without you here.
I'm confident you'll stay.
I know I'd surely die
if you would go away.

13.

Poppin' candy in my mouth
'cause I want an infection.
I'm waiting for my teeth to rot
so that I can forget them.

The less I have to worry
the less I have to care.
Wouldn't it be easier
if fetid gums were there?

14.

Something that's been done before,
over-used metaphor.

Something feelsy, something lame,
something, something, sounds the same.

Something detailed like a story,
maybe even something gory.

Something repeats one more time,
Something, something, geez, wow, I'm...