Young Writers Society

So I have to come up with something for this contest, and I don't have much coming up...so here's something depressing.

Midnight rain pours,
a weak acid that could
dissolve me into the mud
from which I came.

I run through the night
onto the lightning's dartboard,
drowning in city streets
next to naked.

I don't deserve umbrellas.

Hm...so inspiration struck, based on an odd dream I had (my dream poems turn out well, so we'll see). Any thoughts on which you like better (this or the previous one) would be appreciated!

Strangers in my Dreams

Some dream of lovers,
weaving happy endings
from unraveled kisses,
then waking up to remnants
and breakfast alone.

At night I dream of almost-strangers,
glimmers from the past,
ephemeral friends
transposed into my present.

On crowded streets I search the faces,
not for a lover, but an almost-stranger
so I am less alone today.

Been crazy busy the past couple days, and I really should be working on homework, but I had this idea based on a Science channel show I saw the other day.

When Worlds Meet

like screaming stars
at the end
of days,
our worlds blended
but we never collided.

yet your dust
has fallen
into my orbit.

Crossword
some days are like half-
finished crosswords

where the obvious
has been completed
and all that's left
are the answers
you knew but erased
so long ago

and you reach the summit,
which you know is not APGX
so you try to rewrite history

but time does her work in pen

Hm...kinda like this, but I feel like I could do more with the form.

Yeah so I'm a few days behind...I really want to write the Cabbages poem (for Challenge Corner #6). I wanted to make it rhyme but I'm not so good at that so maybe I'll edit it.

Happy is the man with a witch's heart
For her power is his to share
But foolish is he who tears it apart
For her revenge will be his to bear.

Tom bedded a witch one summer's day
who knew all the tongues in the world
They traveled the world in a lover's haze,
two silver tongues and beauty unfurled.

But in Rome Tom fell ill with a wandering eye
The signore belle he couldn't resist
And with a raven-haired woman Tom did lie
But his girlfriend walked in as they kissed.

In every language she shouted a curse
As she tossed that poor lady out the door.
In Tom's ear she whispered a magical verse
So her gift would stay with him evermore.

As she walked away with a sinister smile
He knew something would come of her wrath
But he knew not what, so after while
He went to the bar to make a girl laugh

Questi sono i miei cavoli was all he could say
But he did not know what it meant
She looked at him in confusion and walked away
The same happened everywhere he went.

At the market he'd utter only this phrase
And if he used just the right tone
They'd give enough cabbages for many days
But they would give it alone.

Now he hated that veggie, so pungent and green
Wasn't sure what he'd do with his pile.
Then he saw he could sell it and make a profit mean
So he set off to use his airline miles.

这些都是我的白菜, he'd say in Beijing,
In Rio, Esses são os meus repolhos
Wale ni kabichi yangu in Nairobi,
Esas son mis coles in Mexico.

Tom's many cabbages made him a killing
He near-controlled the world's supply.
One day the witch came, rather willing,
to ask for enough to get by.

Gracious Tom kissed his old lover's hand
And thanked her for the fortunate gift
For without her rage he would be a poor man.
Her heartbreak gave his life a lift.

I don't normally post during school, but I came up with a decent idea for a short piece to get my quota up. And *gasp* it rhymes! Again! What is wrong with me?

On sunny days, I walk in shade,
Some fear night, but I fear the day.
I miss my dreams when I'm awake
And the sun always burns them away.

Yeah, that's it. I like it though it's not much.

we danced
on the head of a pin,
our safety net tied to the edge
of the universe
or madness

the two always look the same

Wow I am rather behind still, aren't I? I'll have to catch up, although I have a lot going on right now (what's better than finals and moving? Finals and moving AT THE SAME TIME! Yep.) Anyway, I have something that might be okay.

Poem 20
The street rumbles in my heart
as the potholes jolt the truck
driver awake and horns honk
because people like the sound
apparently and I drive right past the
STOP.

Um wow that was terrible. Okay, here's a haiku

Clouds filter the sun.
Night shows off the reflection
of spots we can't see.

So what do you do when you have not enough time and little inspiration? If you answered "Try a villanelle", then you might need some of my crazy pills. This actually started off an unused Poe-tree line (the first refrain). Plus I did want to try something different. I rather like it, actually.



As glass shatters, new pages turn
But ink stains can't mend broken skin,
For old love's remnants always burn.

I keep past kisses in an urn
But with you, a new story begins
As glass shatters, new pages turn

As love blooms primal passions churn
Which leads to tempers wearing thin
For old love's remnants always burn.

Your soothing words I had to spurn
I knew they could not mend my sin.
As glass shatters, new pages turn.

To familiar arms I did return
And now I'm blinded by the pain I'm in,
For old love's remnants always burn

So many chapters, yet I never learn
With ashes and shards, I'll never win.
As glass shatters, new pages turn
Yet old love's remnants always burn.

Holy hell I'm behind. I've got way too much going on right now to be working on this, but I am anyway so there.

The wind and cars
create a symphony of city dreams
and I watch colors swirl
descending orbs and think

maybe sunsets aren't silent after all.

Yeah I really only like the last line, def want to do more with it.

So it's the last day. I lost count, but I think I'm a few shy of 30. I'm definitely okay with that, but I had a pretty strong idea last night so I'll close out on that.

Disassembly

As the last sun rises,
you know it's time
to disassemble all the days
you wish you could forget.

Break down a world
thisclose to falling apart.
Sweep away debris and memories
from their crevice home.

Pack the dresses never worn,
toss makeup that can't hide flaws,
and erase the songs
that were never written.

Hi! I know I'm a year late, but I just read all your poetry in one dose, and I just want to say, this is all way better than I ever could do. Let alone with no inspiration! These are all really good. Well done!