Young Writers Society

Finally able to put some up!!! yay! Have written more but am away so haven't been able to have wifi access a lot!
post when I can.





1) Time

Rocks turning into sand
caterpilliars change to butterflies

time is slowly passing by

Stones trikling through hourglasses
tides coming in and drifting out

time is leaving us behind

rivers becoming deep valleys
saplings growing into giants

time is slowly passing by

2) Where am I?

bustling crowds,
noisy streets.
I don't know
where my place is.

crazy shouts,
big things.
what am I
suppose to be?

huge cities,
mad families.
Trying to squeeze
my way in.

Tranquil beach,
cool sea.
This is where I
should be.

Quiet nights,
small streets.
I know who I'm
suppose to be.

Tiny towns,
quiet houses.
I fit in
perfectly.

3) Flying!

Bright days make me wonder,
what it would be like
to soar in the sky.

High above the clouds i'ld creep,
soaring higher, higher and higher.
Way above in the clear sky
laughing at the world below.

As the world starts to sleep
i whisp about full of glee
happiness can't escape tonight
my eyes are forever shining bright.

Down below i hear a call
my dreams stopped;they're no more.
Sighing, i fly down and realise
my feet are always firm on the ground.



4)

Falling forever into the hole,
the hole i dug all by myself.

crying for the boy,
the boy i lost all by myself

sobbign through the despair,
despair I brought on all by myself.

Screaming at the hatred,
hatred I started all by myself.

Shouting at this cruel world,
the world I made all by myself.

sighing at the neverending wars,
wars I ignited all by myself.

Hanging my head at the blame,
blame put on me all by myself.

5)

'who am I?'
I hear you ask.
'why do you want
to know?' I ask you.

'Why everybody wants
to know that. To know!'
you exclaimed in reply.
smiling slightly I explain.

you are whatever
you want to be.
The sun, the stars,
the moon at night.

snow to cold or
fire burning bright.
bees, owls or butterflies
flying way up high.


Maybe you could be
a turtle way out at sea.
A rabbit in his burrow
what about a little sparrow.

whatever you want
it's up to you!
It's only limited by what
your imagination can't do.

'I see.' you said
'good' i replied 'so
know go and do them!'

6)

Flowers in garden beds
stars in the night sky
fish in the sea.
The beauty of you and me.

So simple and so easy
like leaves in a tree.
me and you, you and me it's
The easiness of these words.

Thorns on roses,
burns from fire
wounds from guns
things end before they've begun.

Hopeless dreams shattered.
emotions weakened to
a pulp and so numb.
it was the beauty of you and me.

AYYYY, I didn't think it would be this hard to do!!!