Young Writers Society

That rhyming one turned out really well Cat!

I'm a fan of this phrasing:

i'm not quite sure what i'm getting at
this is just my mental cookie jar

Poem 9 where you played with formatting also is one my favorites so far. There was a big sense of heightening conflict, and then the speaker sort of settled on a note of stubbornness at the end.

Nice work so far!

Thank you so much, @alliyah! I'm glad you liked the rhyming one; I never quite am satisfied with how anything rhyming turns out. Poem 9 was also a fav of mine c:

13.
a drop

a billion drops in the ocean
myself just one of the many
one drop doesn't cause much commotion
but a rainstorm can flood a plenty

14.
disaster

floor shaking
sky quaking
heart racing faster than the flash
thunder rumbling
hands shaking
lightning cracks
lighting the room with an eerie glow
my mouth as dry as the desert
the sky looks like spoiled milk
wind howling at the closed windows
a train of air pounding the walls
rain scraping on the roof
mixing with large angry hail
trees bending at ninety degrees
i scuttle downstairs
hoping for safety
headphones in
familiar tunes caressing my shaking body
it will soon be over
deep breath
in
wait
out
alright
it's okay

15.
hope(less)

it feels hopeless
i'm lost
hurting
and lonely
why go on?

because you are loved
not alone
you aren't lost
you just found a different trail
there is always hope
so keep going on

These are all so good cat! I love all of them so it's hard to pick a favorite, but Poem 9 was especially amazing to read. XD

Thank you!! <3 =^-^=

16.
abibliophobia

a single page, unread
beating heart,
i can't, there's nothing left after this
because i've read them all
losing my mind, and it's no slow process
i swear i'm sane, swear i'm okay
only a little worried
pages turned only to find no more
heart racing, stopping, stuttering
one more, one more, please
because i couldn't have actually read them all
i couldn't, won't, can't, wouldn't
another book, please, i must

17.
why i'm afraid to write in pen

whenever given the choice
between pencil and pen,
i always choose pencil.
but why, i can never understand.

i love the smooth ink of a pen
no concern that the lead will break
right in the middle of a word.

i love the sound of the ballpoint
running smoothly across the paper,
the scribbling so familiar.

so why am i afraid?
afraid to write in pen?

maybe it's the permanence;
i have to much doubt, hesitation
to make a commitment like that

maybe i always know how many mistakes i'll make
and just can't stand the fake cover-up
of cheap white paint

either way, i will always choose pencil
so that i know that if i make a mistake
i have the chance to fix it

18.
stargazing through childlike eyes

the kitten-soft grass
paws gently at our bare toes
_____as we walk,
__________silent.
the crickets chirp happily,
quiet, sweet, melodic,
_____their music the background of our hike.
the night air cools me
but the friend close by
keeps me cozy under a shared blanket.
the trees dance away behind us
and we spread the blanket on the shining ground,
_____lay back,
__________and look up.

the endless swath of stars lay above us,
_____like sugar crystals spread over a black velvet tablecloth,
making us feel as though the world is upside-down
and we should be falling up
into this pool of diamonds.
they laugh, their heavenly music faintly heard,
_____so we lay in silence,
__________listening.

we whisper the names of the constellations,
_____and play connect-the-stars,
_____and make up names for the stars unknown to us,
_____and pretend they’re our friends,
__________or at least our guide to the galaxy,
until we fall silent once again,
_____to watch the milky painting in the sky.

we bring out the telescope,
_____the strange tube
__________that will make us superman,
point it at the stars,
_____and look.

we stare for hours,
_____the stars reflected in our awe-struck eyes.
_____the pale dimpled beauty of our moon,
_____the rusty blush of mars,
_____the velvety rings of saturn,
_____the warm paintbrush streaks of jupiter,
__________with a stray drop of red paint.
a sparkling gray nursery,
_____the grave of a star
__________but the perfect place for more to grow.
blue stars, red stars,
and white and gold.

we stare and we stare
_____as if we can live just by looking at their beauty,
__________like we’re drinking liquid stars
__________through our hungry, star-struck eyes.

19.
what if?

there's this little guy
who like to sit on my shoulder
whispering in my ear

i named him "what if"
because his is a worrier
and always asks me
what if?

what if we lose our job
no more paychecks coming in to pay the bills
(oh, the endless bills!)
kicked out of our house
and left homeless, cold, and alone?

what if we get cancer
or some terminal disease
(just left to die)
and our family abandons us?

what if nobody loves us in the first place?
(it's all a charade)
alone, forgotten, unloved
what a pitiful person we are
who would care if we jumped of a cliff now?

i roll my eyes
and flick him away
(oh how he worries!)
it's all rediculous

what if i don't believe you, what if?

but ever still he comes back
and asks
what if?

as much as i don't believe him
or take him seriously at all
what if one day i do?

20.
starstruck spirits

walking softly, stars giggling above,
my best friend beside me, heart full of awe,
as i stare at the sky with endless love.

laying back, we stare at the sky and draw
pictures in the stars, like connect-the-dots,
‘til we fall to silence, sigh a soft ‘ah’.

looking up, wishing to be astronauts,
fingertips brush the sky, to catch the stars,
although dancing with them fancies our thoughts.

with our telescope upwards, we spot mars,
jupiter, saturn, and the big, bright moon
then we search for nebulas and quasars.

in our silence, we hear their strange, sweet tune
but now the bell tolls, so homeward we go,
but how i wish to stay, it’s all too soon.

eyes and hearts full of stars, our faces glow.
walking softly, stars giggling above.
my allure to them will never not grow,
as i stare at the sky with endless love.

21.
simple thoughts

i never thought
i would write short poems
but sometimes your brain is quiet
although it can be quite rare

22.
how to look pretty

put the makeup on,
plaster it on thick,
so no one has to glimpse the ugly.
eyes, lips, hair.
make it all fake pretty,
and don't forget a smile!
as plasticly pretty as a barbie doll.

23.
poisoned thoughts

there's a poison in my veins
it may explode
if i smile too hard
or laugh
or enjoy myself
so instead i don't
i wipe my face clean
blank, gray slate
no emotions
a flesh and blood robot
i may as well be a computer
it would be better than trying
to hide my ocean of tears
canyons of anger

so look at me
no, don't
i'd rather dissapear