Young Writers Society

this is a poem about love
and never giving up
ever giving up
even when you wanna
give up no
never give up
never give up
ever and never run
away either;
you know,
it's not about tears
because I don't wanna
make you cry
I would never wanna
say goodbye
or tell any lies
or hurt you

you trapped me in your landfill
Song Inspiration: Landfill – Daughter





I feel all of it, the unbearable weight of each unspoken word, each broken promise;
it feels like shards of glass beneath my feet.
The pieces of what we once were talk to me, they hover over my very existence and whisper
sweet nothings in my ear; singing broken songs and unoriginal melodies.
Your impact on me has been a wildfire, burning and destroying until all that’s left is rubble.

I heard it in a song
and I think you should know
That the way you should judge a man
is to look into his soul

I close my eyes and I listen,
and I can imagine that I am there
Under the black veil the women are stricken,
widowed a woman so fair

I'm in both eras of Camelot
All the eyes watch as the resting peacemaker
in his vessel slowly moves past
a path created by enough people to fill more than an acre

Land by land the white dove flies
they hear the king has fallen
He's returned to the shore of dreamers
In silence all of the crowd cries

How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry?
Please, stop the madness
Oh, let us suffer no more sadness

breathe.
the rain is falling,
light on heavy shoulders.

how old we’ve grown, now.
you and I, trees intertwined,
crawling upwards, side by side.

the wind has stopped blowing,
soft. in the silence I can feel the loss
of you.

I can see you, how you were back then.
I loved you still, even when you tired
of the chafing bark and our trunks
split, even now that our branches
barely touch.

we tried our best, and yet.
and yet.

the leaves fall around us,
our souls bared by the
loss of youthful innocence.

side by side still, we don’t have the words.
as the snow gathers, I close my eyes
and drift.

I let it end. I let it begin.

Lyrics translated to English:

We grew up with the weight of the past on our backs
Everything looked bad
Where women walk in fear on the street if they wear a skirt
Memories that are still dusted with walnut ashes
Everything looked bad
And the 9:00 news shows the end of a sh*tty country
Because the humor had faded, masking so many scars
Blurring the promise that happy times would come
And although an airplane was a synonym for a fire lit in the air
I know that to surrender to the condemnations of the past would be to be a coward

Surely within the madness there are illusions buried
Although the night is still dark and we still see nothing
Although our knees shake, we must walk the streets
There is not a single nightmare that is immune to ending it
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Because I know that although the vestige of the past has a cost
And although there are days with sadness on our faces, I know
That kites always fly in August

The yes and the no split the victims in two
I think about it and my voice breaks
Magical realism tempts more than one of us to say goodbye, mhm
And although I'm tired of complaining and the government improvising everything
I also have to add, I am not the man I always wanted
And maybe it sounds fake to me when I try to be so positive
Because there are more than six thousand reasons to continue being negative

Surely within the madness (within the madness)
There are buried illusions (so many buried)
Although the night is still dark and we still see nothing
Although our knees shake, we must walk the streets
There is not a single nightmare (not) that is immune to ending it
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Because I know that although the vestige of the past has a cost
And although there are days with sadness on our faces, I know
That kites always fly in August
Mmm, mmm

i think i've flown a kite, one or two times.
but i can't trust my memory; it blurs the past into impressions of roses
and nostalgia eats away softly at the fringes of my remembrances.
one thing i am sure of (mostly—99% sure—for i am never 100% sure of anything)
is that i never wanted to grow up.

am i the woman the younger me wanted to be?
(it still feels odd to call myself a woman. i am an adult, and yet i want to stay a girl.)
i can't tell if i've grown or if the winds have whipped me into a rising wave,
simply waiting for the right moment to collapse.

but—somehow—i must go on.
surf the wave, ride the winds, walk the streets.
maybe my positivity is an illusion sometimes.
maybe it is also how i make light into a reality and a truth.
maybe it is the soap that wipes my glasses clean.

now it is august.
and i think it is me, not a kite,
that needs to fly.

you are not a child anymore
you'll never again play the role of scarecrow
trying to catch a fox with your bear hands



even the mightiest stallions get broken
your time came and went
and you're stuck with a bit in your mouth



you've outgrown children's comforts
forget the names before you mourn them
they have nothing for you now



your ma will die soon
and she'll never see your crow's feet again
but if you're lucky you'll die faster

Author’s note: I saw a comment saying the song was “officially the anthem of all gamers across the world”, so I stole that idea and ran with it. Credit to Youtube commenter @Retly_Ai I guess?

Finale

You stand at the edge of the world now.
Tighten your grip as you feel
emotions drip dry; focus your eyes
The fate of the world hangs in the balance.

How many times have you heard this sound?
How many times has the clock rewound?
Will this be your final fight? Your final challenge?
You know the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

Buttons etched in muscle memory;
movesets pictured in utter clarity
Numb to the danger of defying god
And yet the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

Pushing harder, ever stronger
Just for the slight chance it’ll be over
When will the voice at the end of the tunnel
tell you the world no longer teeters at the edge?

You stand at the edge now.
How many times was the clock rewound?
Victory is pictured in utter clarity
(The final game over has just been whispered.)

Oh mama,
Can’t you see the glow
of the Hollywood lights?
Can’t you hear the music
calling you to dance and be
free?

Here I am happy.
Here I belong.
Oh, what a dream!

No rules here, just glitter and shine
and bright wigs and sparkly dresses
and eye shadow you can see from space.

I'm gonna keep on dancing.

Maybe you feel safe
In the walls of Tennessee
Going to church every Sunday,
But here I pray only
To Santa Monica
And drag queen idols.

Here I am happy.
Here I belong.
Oh, what a dream!

And it’s only a dream.

I wake up to an empty bed.
I’m just my husband’s wife now
On a cul de sac in Tennessee.
Folding laundry, feeding babies,
The way my mama always wanted.

God, what have I done?

I see my baby girl, asleep,
still young enough to dream.
The moon shines on her like a spotlight
and I pray she’ll get to run
free, like the pink ponies on her wall,
the way I never could.

Go and be happy!
Find where you belong!
Live out all your dreams!

Make your mama proud.

Doesn't the earth turns to a strange echo?
Everything said has been said before,
everyone here, was someone before,
the ocean can't stay far from the shore -

until we sing with the cicadas, bitter-life, bitter-death,
bitter-sweet and they're singing again.

I once said, "there's no season as temporary as now" -
isn't that how poets are supposed to sound?
but I never know when summer stops or winter has begun
all these fallen leaves, and blizzard dreams, and time won't stop -

until we burn up with the sun; bitter-life, bitter-death
bitter-sweet and the fireflies will hum.

I want you to watch me fly into the sun -
I want you to sing when I am gone -
I want to know the echo goes on, even when we are gone
I want to know the earth still turns, even when the waters calm

I want to join the cicada chorus song; bitter-life, bitter-death,
but life-goes-on, bitter-sweet, the echo sweeps
and the song continues on; bitter-life, bitter-death,
but it's never really done.

the sun is setting
on our back patio
by the time the air
tastes like condensed humidity
and smells of grill.

it lies like a kicked-and-forgotten soccer ball,
like a worn-out
sofa-colored dog napping,
like mossy slippers
and newspaper stacks
and laundry hampers.

i take a dollop
in my evening chamomile
and sit on our fifth anniversary teak chaise,
wondering what flowers to plant
on the earth that is you
come spring.

i say everything in vain,
in hopes that you hear me.
in hopes that my wishes get granted.

oh stars above, and constellations aligned, please guide me.
everything comes back to me in waves,
even the stars pity me for my amnesia.

i am a fallen angel locked into my tower by only myself.
i am the worst kind of dreamer.
i only weave nightmares.
i only weave beasts.

if you can hear me out there,
run away from your fate.
the golden strings we are held by are lies.
there is no truth in this world,
only false prophecies and twisted promises.

Couples with sparks in their eyes. Seeing nothing else
but their partner, their everything.
What does that feel like? To love so deeply that if
They left this world, it’d be impossible to get up the next day.
To run into their arms after being apart so long.

I’m surrounded by people in love.
Holding hands, waists— any body part they can reach.
Rings on fingers, kids in strollers, wrinkled smiles after years went by.

I want love. To love and be loved.
To feel those electrified touches in the dark. To kiss and caress
every inch of another person’s body in the dark. To explore
what I’ve only experienced from written words and videos for general entertainment.

When will my time come? Lock eyes with someone and know deep down,
“He’s the one.”
When will I see nothing else but the man I will spend eternity with?
But until then, I will watch through the window.

My Little Queen
When we look at the sky
Stars in your eye
Why do you cry
I'm sorry I'm not there
To help dress your hair
Or tell you goodbye

Laying on the ground not making a sound
You couldn't tell me why
You only cried
I wish I could help
Or that I could have found
A way I could have tried
I'm sorry I lied

My little bean
What do you mean?
My only real friend
Remember the land?
When playing pretend
My little queen

A sister I love
A sister I’d hate
To see leave
Please never go
Don't leave me alone
How could I have known?
My sweet little queen

You are everything

I'm a Firework



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Text:

appreciation
is a memory
only taken
for granted
tears my
best friends
i’m just a
joke to
you my
life is
a loss
for you
a loss
to your
‘dream’

you were my rock, my guiding light
i looked up ro you accepted your ‘advice’
now I see you just wanted a little lab rat
I’m just your second shot at YOUR dreams

well too bad for you miss ma’am your time is up
I see the truth now

the lies you wove right under my nose
they hold no power no more

you buried me in false hope hoping I’ll never look up and see
but time opened my eyes

my ideas you tried to crumble replace with your dream
too bad they were too strong

my heart just a small pile of dusty hope
the rust bucket beats with new light

you tried to use me but I stood up
proud and true because I am brave

i lit up like a firework
i light my own way forward
because I am I am strong