Young Writers Society

The Words I Do Not Say
I can feel the words I do not say,
The words I refuse to say.
They pierce and cut me up inside
But still I do not place them on display
Even as my blood-red roses bloom.

I can taste the words I do not say,
The words I can never say.
Bitter against the back of my throat
Like my own personal buffet
Of shame and regret.

I choke on the words I do not say,
The words I will never say.
They clog my throat and I can feel
Everything I want to convey
Getting trapped somewhere in between.

Our Story
A story should always start at the
Beginning,
Certainly not the middle
Definitely not the end.

Everyone wants that
Fresh start.
Giving them time to fall
Head over heels.

I brushed aside their warnings,
Just figured they were jealous
Kissing you, I got
Lost in our beginning.

Maybe I should have listened
Never fallen for your ways.
Oh, but how I loved you
Perhaps you even felt the same.

Questions started to form though
Relentless in my brain.
Saying you we were over
Truth hidden in my fears.

Unforgettable was our middle,
Vile was our end.
Wondering why you left me
X-rayed out, or really, just exposed.

You destroyed me at your
Zenith.

Moments of Genius
I have brief moments of genius
Like a lightning flash it’s there
And then just as quickly, it’s not.

I try to reclaim it, to recreate lighting
But I never quite manage to get across
What seemed so brilliant in the moment.

Instead, I am left to stumble and fall
With words that never quite convey
What I had intended them to mean.

Wreckage
I stand perfectly still,
In the middle of all the
Wreckage that used to be us
Now scattered far and wide
And I can’t help but wonder,
What happened to us?

Okay, so I know it's a tad bit late today, I had two papers due in school today and I was scrambling to finish them on time, oops.

Ablaze
I douse myself
In gasoline and
Set myself on fire
Watching, half removed,
As the dancing flames
Consume what was me
And call it art
Because I have been told
All life long
That in order to be good
I had to suffer.

She Was My Light
She had the stars in her eyes
But she only ever saw them reflected in mine
She had sunlight in her smile
But she never saw it unless I smiled back
She had lips as soft as flower petals
But she only felt it when her lips pressed against mine
She had the voce of an angle
But she couldn’t hear it until it echoed in mine
She was my light
But she saw herself as darkness
She claimed I lifted her up
But I knew I dragged her down
She said I was the only reason she hung on for so long
But I feel like I only killed her faster

When We First Met
When we first met
My eyes caught on yours
And paused
For just a moment in time
But that was all it took
For me to fall fast and hard
Your smile was made of sunshine
Your eyes contained the stars
There was a fresh sea breeze in your hair
And a fire in your soul
I knew in that moment
That you would permanently change
The landscape of my life

Shatter
I am glass
Glass arms and glass legs
Glass eyes, and a glass heart.
If you were to glance my way,
Your eyes would pass right through.
I am glass
Delicate.
Breakable.
And the world is a terrible one,
Not made for a girl of glass.
So in order to protect myself
I covered myself in steel.
Steel to protect my glass arms and legs
Steel to protect my glass eyes
And steel to protect my glass heart.
But my steel armor is not whole
I have chinks here and there
And on occasion
People have been known to slip through.
Sometimes they are kind
And gently pad my glass,
But other times they are hard or sharp
And they end up shattering me.
And no one really knows
Because my steel, my armor
Is still standing strong
While I quietly piece myself
back together, again and again.
However, there are times,
I'll move wrong
Shift in a different way,
And the steel I built for protection,
Against the harsh outside,
Against people who would hurt me,
Catches on my glass self.
And my armor shatters me

Clouds
The clouds can hear our cries,
Of happiness, of pain.
They hear them and they keep them
Until their burden of humanity
Becomes too much for them to handle,
So that they must release it all
In a torrential downpore
That soaks us all

Hello, I Am A Person
Hello, I am a person
Just wanted to remind you
In case you forgot
Cause sometimes I feel
Like to you I am less
An acessory
An idea
A doll

Hello, I am a person
My eyes are brown
And so is my hair
I have freckles
That dance across my cheeks
And skin that will burn
If I do not protect it
These are facts
Undeniable
True

Hello, I am a person
And I know you can't experience
Life through my eyes
But I promise you I don't like it
When I'm treated like something less
I have a brain and feelings
I'm not just a thing to carry around
To be tossed aside the moment
You decide I'm no longer fashinoable

Hello, I am a person
And you will never understand
What it means to be me
Even though I know you try
You can't comprehend
My ups and my downs
Why my eyes catch on
Something that sparkles and shines
Or why my smiles sometimes
Turn into frowns

Hello, I am a person
And am flawed to the core
I am selfish and I am mean
When something goes wrong
It is my instinct to think of myself
First and foremost
But then I silently scold
And try to think of others as well
because I want to be better
Than that tiny voice in my head
Telling me to be vicious and cruel

Hello, I am a person
With walls built around
My heart and my brain
That don't come down
Not for anyone, not ever
And it's not because
I don't want to trust
Quite the contrary in fact
But the walls are there
Because I trusted too much
And people choose themselves over and over
When I needed them the most

Hello, I am a person
And I have learned to hide
My pain with laughter
Tears are masked with smiles
And my sadness is shoved
Way deep down
Because I learned
A long time ago
That no one wants to play
With something broken

Hello, I am a person

Blood On My Hands
There is blood on my hands
I have tried to never hurt people
Maybe I slipped once or twice
Let my anger get the best of me
But I have always tried
To do my very best

There is blood on my hands
I can feel it coating my fingers
As it runs down my palms
Some of it is tacky and old
Too much of it is fresh
And there always seems to be more

There is blood on my hands
And I can feel the damage I have done
The hurt I have caused
In every drop of it
I can feel it in my every waking second
And I’m too many of my sleeping ones

There is blood on my hands
At least some of it is mine
Torn from me as I shield others
But some of it is from others
Who I have hurt in a thousand ways
In order to not hurt myself again

There is blood on my hands
And sometimes, I can make it disappear
So that no one who sees me
Will know that it’s there
But it always returns to haunt me
Because there is blood on my hands

Good, But Not Nice
I am good
Or at least
I try very hard to be
I am not nice
But I am good