Young Writers Society

no clue what i'm doing this year but at least i have more clue than last year
and you know most people put some poety quotes here but this is the image that really inspires my writing

why not start out with some color changing poems in honor of april fools and our queen rydia

Uhm. Why does @Rydia get a WHOLE poem? :/ FFFF.

Love the catchiness of the pink jukebox, there's a lyrical song-like quality in this together with the dialogue exchange of "sorry Jack" Ha. Get him!

@Audy I have 29 poems left to do, I'll get around to the poetry people eventually and you'll have your own throne in whatever color you'd like

I love it and I am honoured a thousand times!

I like this poem a lot because it's so silly, Lizz, and I think that's the best part about it. <3

the first in my series of food and drink related poetry before possibly circling around to write about sticking people's usernames in the middle of a poem because that's the best I can manage as far as a compliment

time for some actual lyrics like the title implies
wrote this at like 2/3 am so don't judge me

I may be getting a bit old
I may be reaching a new time
I may be starting down a new
Path of life

But there's got to know
Is that I'll always love you so
And the world didn't mean to take you from me
I find myself wishing for days
Days like the good old days
Sunny shining bright and smiling days

I never thought about what it would be like
Once you left my life
Once I had to say good bye
But I know somewhere must be alive
Somewhere down the road
I'll have to find you again

I keep a couple ashes
Always by my side
Hoping somehow they'll bring you back to life
But just like misty morning
And the fog across the captain's eyes
I know always rest up in the skies

I can't let go again and again
I can't hold on like your wife tries to do
I can't make live on in my heart
Cause I know you're gone
Know you're gone now and forever

Good bye grandfather
Good bye grandfather
Good bye

I look at the guy behind
the counter, trying not
to look into his eyes
and instead try to
decide, on my
order of
fries

It's a tough decision to make
Good, old plain reliable russets
Sweet with a side of cinnamon yams
or the shredded and mashed tot of tater
But who could forget the soul food season curls

The hamburger decision was quite simple
Or it will be, once I make up my mind
All I have to do is decide
on a order of fries
Then I'll be able
to look into the
nice guy's
eyes



"Yeah."
I glance at last week's receipt.
"Cheeseburger with a side of sweet potato fries."

a bonus poem from fort's thing because i want to share these somewhere but i also want to stick to strictly one official poem a day

for the moment i am tired and
drifting away into nearly
nothing, just trying to keep
awake but when i'm going
for the last time, i'll have
to remember to take my
poems with me. you
have no use for them,
right? even though
they were written
bout you and me
and a southern
summer in the
trees. when
we were
still living a
happily ever
after sort of life,
in that dream so far
away from me now. i
actually thought that you'd
like to enjoy them, for a bit
longer i suppose, just hanging
on the wall, collecting dust just
like everything else. guess i was
wrong about that and many things
about you. and how you never
really tried to stop me from
leaving and instead just let
me slip away from your
grip. i wanted you to
but i also didn't want
you to interfere in
the new life i'm
trying to make
right here. i
want to believe
you told me the
truth that day, but
my mind has got other
things to say to you today

i'm trying to poet but this isn't going well

i wrote like four poems this morning and i want to post them all as bonus poems and i never thought i'd actually, purposely write extra poems

yeah heroes as a title might be a bit cheesy

you also know you want to sing this now that you know the title

yaaas always extra poems! i liked the line about "us in trees" and how dangerous that felt in a poem all about lightning.

@Hannah you're alive, when did that happen
i have slapped quite a few lyrics onto magical backgrounds this morning so
Also the tree line was quite literal and symbolism and figurative at the same time. That comment feels stupid now but I don't feel like deleting it.
*continues writing teenager emotion filled poetry about the one guy she ever loved*