Young Writers Society

So I found out about this post late, but thanks to PenguinAttack I have found out about it! I'll post my first two poems here and then later today, my third.



April 1, 2012

I walked with danger on a Saturday night
His eyes invited me
I couldn’t say no

Underneath the streetlights we laughed
His name: Taboo
His presence unwanted by the decent
They said he was dangerous
Walking with him I never felt safer

As we walked through the town
The walls of the courthouse condemned me
“Traitor,” They whispered

Forbidden, he was something I possessed an unnatural wanting for
My mama would cry
My daddy would yell
And friends would gossip
If they knew

Leather jacket and long hair
He owned a gun
People crossed the street when he came near

But

His kiss was soft and sweet
As gazed at the blue sky in his eyes
His smile was gentle and kind

Bad boy,
Good girl
Crazy world

I walked with danger on a Saturday night


April 2, 2012

Memories haunt me in my sleep
Restless
They’re taunting
Merciless and hurtful
Reminding me of an age and era that no longer exists

They play like a movie in a theater;
There is no personal connection anymore
I don’t want to think of them any more
They are no longer a part of me

Times have past,
I have changed
It was nice
But it is done

Dreams make me scream and yell
Distorting the truth
Making me hurt

When I’m conscious
I’m over it
Why aren’t my dreams over it?

April 3,2012
(otherwise known as Stella and Luna )

Stella and Luna
Two girls, forever laughing at themselves (life)
Two girls, giving each other comfort
Two girls, talking about boys

Two girls, inseparable since they met

Stella and Luna
One is the Sun
The other the Moon
Complimentary opposites
Spending their days with revolutions
around the park.

Stella’s the happy one
Luna is always sad
Stella is carefree
Luna is always worrying

Luna has a problem
Stella tries to fix it
Luna laughs and Stella rejoices

Stella,
Forever laughing at the moon

They were always together
Time and space separates them now
They grow distant and cold

Luna makes a choice
It breaks Stella’s heart

Stella grows
colder
colder
colder

As the sun freezes over
The world as they know it begins to end
Slowly,
painfully

A heart bleeds
A heart hardens
A heart left that no longer feels

Stella and Luna
Two friends
Forever together

Stella and Luna
One choice
Forever apart?

April 4, 2012

Hakiu #1 Girls

We sat on the grass
An idyll time in our lives
Our laughter happy

Hakiu #2 Conquerors

The new world
We are young and brave
The conquerors of this world
If we choose to love

The Clouds

The clouds grew fingers,
Dark and feathery thin.
The heavens grasping for our human souls

Immortality for none
Death for all.

The clouds swirl overhead
Swaying their hands
Watching us mortals below
Laughing.

The Final Betrayal

As I’m stabbed in the heart
Blood flows out of my chest and onto the floor
Making the white title
Red

But I feel no pain
I’ve been numbed
By events in the past
Scratches, beatings and bruises
Nothing compared to this.

Why is it that I can’t keep a good friend
Is it me or is it them?
I haven’t done anything to you

The Final Betrayal
I won’t be so dumb
Again
I won’t hand out my love to you again

I’m on my knees now
Holding my death near me
Short, sharp and beautiful
The weapon of my destruction
Lies in my chest

In my final breaths I whisper
“Et tu Brutus?”
“Et tu?”

Breathing in a new life
By C.Houston and Stellabeam

She lays on the bed
Her leg twisted and hurting
Her face creased with lines of pain

She was giving up
It had been a while since she felt whole
The clock ticks in the room
Reminding of her mortality?
Tic, tok

In her dream God calls
He says, “Come, follow me and accept my healing. I give you life.”
She inhales the life breathed into her
Her face radiates with peace

An awakening dawns on her face
Without pain
A new sense of freedom
A new way of living life

She has been healed
She hobbles out of bed

Walks
For the first time in a long time
Walks into a horizon
That never was there before

An Easter Poem

He walked through the streets
With a heavy burden on His back
A feat Atlas could not top
For he was carrying the weight of human
Sin

The soldiers spat, the young boys mocked
The women wept
His noble face so pure and innocent; caked with blood, sweat and agony
More majestic than any roman statue

He bore the horrendous pain of the
Horror and Agony
Bruises and blows
Lies and deceit
Of human’s malice

A death on the hill
That no one would bear
Except Him
The Holy One

When he breathed His last
His gentle mother wept
His brokenhearted friends placed Him in a tomb

Guards surrounded His tomb
In fear he would be taken away
But in vain

For on the third day
His stone was rolled away
An angel proclaimed, “Halleluiah he has risen”
Life for all death for none

His death
a ransom
His life
a King’s inheritance
and immortality for all.

I had to quit this,with my play I'm way too busy this month maybe next time.