Young Writers Society

Ode To The Mountain Skies

The sounds of Spring have returned
Streams flourish down the cliffside
Nature has woken from its Winter bed

Climbing up the mountain, no more rules left to abide
Running at the deep midnight sky
As I slide

Into slumber, riding waves so high
The dream consumes me
No one left to listen for my cry

Until the birds and the bees
Sing in the morning light
Just fighting to be free

Don't mistake my yawning, I'm just too happy to be the end of the night

Elephant Song

Can you remember
The sound of the savanna
Birds calling
Warthogs squealing
Lions stalking
Buck bleating
The sound of the circle of life
But then a trumpet is heard
A call to the heaven to open
To release us from this drought
King, regal, he trumpets again
Softly, sweet, harmonically
It all vibrates, it all shakes
Quakes, breaks
And I hear the trumpet again
Closer, louder
Stomping thundering footfalls
Smacking into the earth
Cracking it like an egg shell
And at the next trumpet I see the trunk above the tress
And I run
From king, regal
Ruler of nations
Ruler of ecosystems
Ruler of enviroments
Sing for me please

Rainbow In The Sky

Colours
Colours
Colours
Colours all around
Blue and purple
Red and orange
Colours
Colours
Colours
Colours all around

I'll Be What I'm Meant To Be

Leaves clutter the water
Like the molding smell of Autumn

I grab the rake
And pull them under

Bubbles breach the surface as I breathe
Gremlins escaping at the pop, pop, pop

Flowers grow inwards
Rose stalks stretching like lungs soon collapsed

Welcome to dreamland
Welcome to reality

Crows eat men
Boys eat crows

Hearts shaped like our pictures
Tongues like a pink probiscus

Fatigue smacking into my head
I claw at its shadow

Welcome to the horror house
Welcome to my nightmare reality

The Sick Way

My stomach aches
Sleeping breaks
All day
Sick day
Stomach churning
Throat burning
Lying on the bathroom floor
Head smacked straight by the door
A tear drips
A retch slips
Everything everywhere
I can't seem to bare

Sick day
Lying around all day
Stomach bug
Like a thug
Of my time
A crime
A sickness
In the darkness
Destroying me
Can't I just be
The sickness inside
The darkness inside
Is eating me

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What is this?
What could it be?
Do you understand?
Do you believe?

Three lines.
What is this?
Two diagonal; one straight.
What is this?

Is it a lean-to?
What could it be?
Is it a roof?
What could it be?

Do you understand?
I don't understand.
Do you understand?
I don't know what I've drawn?

Do you believe?
Am I so crazy?
Do you believe?
Are you yet to see?

Savanna

A leopard hunts after darkness
Rain falls at midnight
Yellow stalks of grass flourish
Elephants drink from waterholes, lathering themselves in mud

It's an African thunderstorm
A plover waddles across the landscape
A herd of buffalo disappear
The sound of approaching rain like beating hooves

People sing and rejoice
Children scream and cry
The moon lights the way
Lightning persaudes me

Is It Worth It

I claw at a red burning throat, hoping to rip it apart like I wish to squash. Nails bite into as it coughs, clinging like a lion but not hooking in. A razor traces a line but I put it down guiltily, I let its breath whisper away but its lungs still work and pump in and out. I strangle it, hold tight, make sure it bruises black and blue. Raize the razor again, flick it through, carve a cross to waste some time. I let it bleed but it seems so slow. So I stuck a finger in, and another. I squah the windpipe like a slug until it snaps and then I stop.

Red lights flash inside my head, I gasp for air like a soul pulled under but water bubbles in my throat and drips at my side. I open my eyes but I don't feel the crystaline sting of salt, I'm not underwater, I'm not heels over head. I'm drowning in red and frothing pink. I'm drowning in my own blood. The blood I let escape when I carved a cross. The blood I let flow as I waited, the blood I let enter when I snapped my larynx.

And I realize slowly how painful it is to know you've killed yourself, That you breathed every breath to snap it away forever. That you lived every second to hit the eject button and surrendered to everyone who loved you, everyone who hated you, everyone who cared for you, everyone who hurt you, everyone who loved to see you hurt. And I realized at my pulsing frothing release of blood - my last breath, my last moment, last second, last minute, last hour, last day - that I would die. And that I had done it all to spite a raven's heart within a dove, to show myself what I didn't fear, to show myself I would more enjoy death. And yet I wouldn't, life is worth living, every second of it.

Is It Worth It: II

I remember it like a dream, like a happy erotic drowning dream, I couldn't much tell if it was an angel or a bird I had mistook. But its face and dark halo reminded me this had never been a dream. But I was already wondering what I had thought was a dream. Was it my parents? Was it me converting - converting to what? I didn't much care, did I? I wad here now. I knew that. I felt that.

Tha angel, the bird, the plane. Not Superman, some scowling face with a dark halo. It seemed I had just forgotten that. Its arm cradled my wrist and pulled. But it was more like I was slipping through into a new reality, The air was hot and I began to sweat. My feet smacked hard ground and I was forced to trudge up pearly grey stairs. Up and up and up on aching tired feet till the angel began to sing.

Its voice cascaded in a sort of rhyme as it, we reached the tempest where I struggled against the wind.
"Oh, Tower tall and rocky grey
For you I shall like a horse bray.
You are all powerful.
Do not sing my praise, only the soulful
Pass your test.
Only we know the rest.
Day after day
We've climbed for nothing but a sunray.
May you bless us
On our voyage, no need to make a fuss.
To Hell we go,
To Hell we sail on a ship's bow."

Heart

Hearts and hearts and hearts galore
More and more
From the Sun they bloom
Rain washing them away in currents and sheets of unrelenting downpour
Hearts hitting the ground like hailstones
Rain overflowing drains
Drains soaking into rivers
Rivers washing into bigger rivers
Until the biggest river of all floods its banks with muddy water

A woman stands in the rain
Still
Eyes not moving as waves pummel the boards at her feet
Boats capsize in the rough seas
Mud larks stupidly climb in
"A raven big and tall roams the western forests.
His wings are pearly white, his breast is black as night.
His talons are sharper than a knife."
The roar of the waves peaked, crashed, peaked, crashed, peaked, crashed

Frothing at the harbour's walls
"The only wind in that forest is the beating of those dark, dark wings.
Crying, mimicking the moan of the wind.
The only love in that forest is the beast's insidious care for its offspring."
So the waters rocked
The waves tumbled
Chains rattled
And in she went
Heart

Madness Of The Rose

It's been so long
Since I felt like I belong
And even though I've been wishing
I'm still worth ditching

Every place I look
I feel like their judging a book
By its cover
No one will ever love her

Just throw me into the rose path
Hope their thorns latch
Their flowers already hate me
O how I wish to be free

Of everything about me
Why can't I just be
Anybody but me, just throw me into the rose patch
Throw me in with the rotten batch

And never set me free
Don't ever let me be me
O make me bleed
My tale isn't worth the read

Just throw me into the rose patch
Hope their thorns latch
Just throw me into the rose patch
Throw me in with the rotten batch

Poetry

Poetry
P O E T R Y
Could I live without it
Amazing what you learn
The flow
The rhythm
That I lacked before
The words you learn
Sublime
Nudistrian
Selenotropism
Cloudburst
The meaning
The origin
Of everything
Of every word I speak
Of every word I write
Poetry
P O E T R Y
I doubt I could

Liquidity

I remember
Water rippling
Serenity flowing
Heart beating gracefully

I remember
A waterfall
Cascading on rocks and water
Breathing in the power of nature

I Should've Been Better

It’s a little off.
I’ve been thinking
how I failed you.
All the moments,
all the pain,
all the times I screamed in rage.
Can you love me still?
Through the pain
the day awakens.
Through the rage
voyages rise and fall.
Is this all
I’ve done?
Wasted my life,
wasted my hope,
wasted my kindness,
wasted my love on you.
You, me, who,
it all becomes confused.
I saw you in that picture,
smile wider,
smile brighter,
than I’d ever pictured.
Who am I trying to impress?
Who am I in love with?
Nobody,
not anybody.
The sound seems so far away,
the echo seems to shatter my soul.
Nobody loves you. Not anybody.
Am I trying to impress myself
with the dress, the beautiful pink gown
the shoes, the spiky heels,
the lipstick, mauve and glossy?
Am I still just shouting at myself
out of rage?
Or is it because I’m disappointed,
disappointed in myself?
Is it a little off?
Or is it me
off my hinges
if I think I’m beautiful,
gorgeous,
pretty,
cute?
Did I really fail you?
Is that why you smiled like that?
Because you had moved on?
Or did I fail myself
by being born like this and not fixing it?
All my imperfections,
little reflections
in the puddle.
Beauty-less.
Badly-spoken.
Boring.
Social awkwardness.
So is it you or I blaming me?

Interreality

Interreality
Can you imagine
Tranquility
It's an itch in the brain
Can you imagine
Serenity
It's an itch in the back of the skull

Face divided
One half is eyeless
It's a pattern on the wall
Face divided
One half is faceless
It's a pattern, a blood splatter on the wall