Young Writers Society

#1

Sweetheart don't listen to the lies they tell you
the newspapers print in black and white;
You were born in colour.

Their words are g l a s s,
Refracting light,
But the pretty patterns are only sun.

You are soil and grass and stone,
The earth itself
Carries the weight of your bones.

#2
Haiku!

She strokes my thigh, her fingers
Flowing, the way that water flows
Underneath the bridge.

Moss grows over us,
The sunlight beckons us home,
From the dark dew fields.

She touches my chest, her fingers
Warming, like the midday heat
Melting into me.

I close my eyes, feel
Her eyes on me, the cold blue
Ever Unbreaking.

#3
Blankets

Shapes of you escape, unafraid,
drifting in bubbles through the air,
while snowflakes
kiss your neck
and nestle into your pillow.

#4
The Quiet

Sometimes the wounds just
Kind of rip open
Unexpectedly.
The blood pours out and I remember you.
The smells come rushing back in my head, dizzy and weak;
Your name is like a sickness, lying dormant in my bones.