Young Writers Society

This is my first time attempting this contest. I hope I can take it all the way till the end of the month. But I highly doubt that's going to happen. Nonetheless I will give it my best shot.


Let it rip.

Entry 1:Ehte's NaPo Journal.


Tears In Vain


A fugitive upsurge on my tender mind.
Heaved, but a sigh of pain.
So notorious and sinisterly vain,
for hath it been creeping on my shadow.
Dost it seemed so making me hollow
from deep within figuring my thirst.
This thirst canst I quench on any day.
But this day, I know not why.
Hath it been quenched beyond bounds.
Was for it thine, that dost lulled me?
Or was it for something of thine rhyme?

For if thine wasn't there.
Lest none would've ever care.
To banish me of my pain.
And wipe my tears in vain.

Entry 2:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Star Upon The Void Sky



Canst thy see for the sky so empty?
Hath only a fine star be tingling.
Behold! That star without a stellar host
crept upon this night, blank moon.
Didst I nay see at this hour?
Burning, this star so of pain.
For none is there to hasten away
its dead solitude, as how long
can it serve for long?
Know I not when shall it outshine.
The night following canst I find,
that very star among this host.
Where hath it been lost?
Whilst all others might in together.

Each night I look above
Endless hours I lie.
But canst I see for that
star upon a void sky.

Entry 3:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

In The Hour Of Need



Numberless dreams we dreamt
together, beside each when lay
on that unrestful night.
Did hath dream of someone.
For I was never loved by thee.
When the weeping moon hails.
I haunt under it at unrest.
Now, for our love, kindled by fear.
Amid this isle never have thee loved me.
For thy, comforted the heart of other.

In the hour of my need, needed I
for thee to heed me.
But canst thy tread near?
Shall thy love only but he?

I am done with those tough English for now. Today will be a very short because I have a lot of work to do.

Entry 4:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Raging Beneath My Soil



The need of this certain hour,
beneath the quiet moon.
Haunted, not by hectic fears,
but with unrelentless solitude.
This silent cacophony beside,
and the howling whispers shingle
down my solid sketch upon
this night I feel not what
any ordinary being to feel for.
Such as this bleak crusade.
Raging beneath my soil.

Oh, you liked your own work, how VAIN xD saying that I did accidentaly* click like trying to work out who liked it.

*not that your work isn't good or anything... I DID leave the like there

tinkembell wrote:Oh, you liked your own work, how VAIN xD saying that I did accidentaly* click like trying to work out who liked it.

*not that your work isn't good or anything... I DID leave the like there

I did it accidentally. XD I saw that no one was liking it at first so I thought to like it myself. As I had said about the "ONE MAN ARMY". XD "lol"

You freak. <3

ehte92 wrote:

tinkembell wrote:Oh, you liked your own work, how VAIN xD saying that I did accidentaly* click like trying to work out who liked it.

*not that your work isn't good or anything... I DID leave the like there

I did it accidentally. XD I saw that no one was liking it at first so I thought to like it myself. As I had said about the "ONE MAN ARMY". XD "lol"

You freak. <3

the sheer amazingness is that it is possible for you to 'accidentally think' xD
Freak.

No I am not done with the tough English stuff. xP

Entry 5:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

I Will Never Return



These vast lands behold.
For on it I wish to tread.
These lands hold not, of a breed.
Of thine memory as I will
not return among thee unholy lands.
Drenched in blood of innocent trust.
Sworn I never wouldst return.
May thy painteth my corpse.
Laying beside that sordid tree
hath once whence the swans
flew away doth canst I stay.
For hither upon thine lands
Didst my breath cease to fall.
Canst thy never feel me?
For now I am gone lingering
upon the dead for they heed me well.

This closing night. I walk away
upon some forsaken lane.
O! Beloved I walk away
For now away with all thine pain.

Now I am finally done with that style.

Entry 6:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Polaris



I think I'll stay wide awake tonight.
And try to draw pictures in the cold starlight.
And when Polaris to the south does fade,
I know I'll find my way out of this maze.

On this wistful full moon night.
Expectations and hopes are ebbing tides,
knowing my thoughts were always pure,
is no consolation for what I endure.

The words that now resonate in my head
hard to believe that they were, indeed, said
by she who once was an angel of mine.
Yet now is but an object of spite.

The truth and my conscience now two worlds apart.
Dissonance and melody between these stars,
I do admit I feel hollow and hurt.
Yet I prefer not speaking a word.

On this wistful full moon night.
Expectations and hopes are ebbing tides,
Knowing my thoughts were always pure,
Is no consolation for what I endure.

I'll try not to think of you too much
and not let the night breeze feel like your touch.

Entry 7:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Neurosis



I feel my split personas debate,
they try to go their separate ways.
My insouciance is a mask I wear.
Your insolence; yet not a tear.

Assurance is my hollow contraption,
Wisdom is but a tragic deception.
A distance that brought me to my knees,
I was never blind, yet could not see.

A million thoughts that died inside,
I could not show, yet could not hide.
Realizing mistakes and feeling despair
I cannot absorb yet cannot share.

Perceptions defy themselves and mar me,
people change and readily scar me.
Rationalization: my vain nemesis,
I wish I hadn't reduced to this.

Really like this one.

I do not know what this is. But its... something.

Entry 8:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Don't Go



I miss you a lot.
I want to love you more
than you had ever thought.
When I remember our fights.
I want to make up to you.

I’m going to hold you tight.
I will not let you go and
live life without me.
You are my daylight.
You make me feel bright.

You said, love never has to pay.
But now I feel like the ash of an ashtray.
Thrown away from your life.
Like heart from the body,
Like mother from its baby.
Like A kid from its candy.
You don’t need to be so angry.
I want you back badly.
I will do anything to get you back.
But I know it’s like finding a
needle in a haystack.

Entry 9:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

All's My Fault



Who did her eyes search,
in this vast ocean of vagabonds?
Travelers of desire wandering around.
The more they walked.
The more they were separated.
Dreams were their destiny and,
destiny was their dream.
Paths emerged from paths.
I do not know for what, did
travelers of desire wander.

Old memories block my way and whisper;
For how long will you wander, in this burning heat?
Come. We shall sit, under the shade of old days.
Let’s talk about those golden moments.
When a flower had blossomed.
Let’s talk about those moments.
When a voice glistened, like moonlight on your face.
Let’s talk about those moments.
When pearls pelted down her eyes.
Old memories block my way and whisper;
For how long will you wander, in this burning heat?

The truth is that, it’s all my fault.
I desired to touch the moon.
Asked for the sky to be on the ground.
Desired of flowers to bloom on stones.
Searched for fragrance in thorns.
Wished for the fire to be cold.
Searched for warmth in ice.
Wanted all my dreams to come true.
I had to get punished for this.
The truth is that it’s all my fault.

Entry 10:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Maiden Of Faith



Illuminate the walls
of these dark grey halls.
For tonight my love, I need
incantations for as to heed.

Soul of my, liberates before dawn.
Moon in vast lands sails on and on
upon a stellar land of purity.
The moment, of such peaceful insanity.

The vast choirs of this night,
makes me strong with lovely might.
In your eyes the strength I seek,
instantaneous they also leave me weak.

Such of a disguised angel from myth.
Sought your glance with hope of light.
Divide of what called dark within me,
for its all bright amongst where I see.

The sands of this night are running low,
for the day would prevail as an old foe.
This night be lost, to lose you is all I fear.
My maiden of faith, at all hours be near.