Young Writers Society

Please, please. COME BACK AND
Please, please. COME BACK AND wait for me. PLease, PLease.
flittering birds Flitter Across Palm trees'
shadows. Hinterland sings with glitter pink LYRICS.
Inky lyrics fall from THESKY like those TEARS dripping
from YOUR eyes, dowN
YOUR
cheeks. into your lap, down your
thighs to your feet and (CURL) up on the floor
like spilt coke from an OLD Retro (sixties) beer mug.
candlelight flies from one candlestick TO ANOTHER.
like my mind
on
days
when i'm just clinging onto nothing because science and
mathematics tend to DR OWN everything in them
BUT NOT FOR LONG. Drag every thingness out of the CaUSTIC
sea and WATCH them, LOVE them, KILL FOR them.



suck the life out of me, you
suck the life out of me, you redgold string which flings itself
OUT LIKE A LASSOO. I truly
thought you were hanging from the silvergreen sky with
ONE hand.
Only one.
waiting for the brownwhite moon to come and give mercy and pull
you up and give you a place to stay for the night and in the
morning you'd have yellowblack coffee and sling yourself from the
sky down to the bluepink earth and curse its conformity.



when i am cold is it your fault
when i am cold is it your fault because the scathing AIR
You breathe into me is eating my FLESH from
the (inside) out.
darkness in this fateless hopeless heartless beat of the earth is
PURELY inevitable. have you never felt the way the
(salty) WATER from your eyes melts me and
smudges me like a chalk PAINting in the RAIN.


I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU BLEED like
you have seen me bleed. o helpless knife you do not suffice.

PRESS ME to your chest let me rest there
INFESTED in your flesh like i
BELONG and you SCOFF at me.



let go of all that you
of all that you know so that you do not rate
go above
let me.

o dear glitter gold
have you the delicious RAYS of the sun as your
BLOOD i love the

WAY
YOU Bleed all over me when i can not
BLEED at that particular
moment for
ONE REASON OR ANOTHER.



The night is a candle
The night is a candle spilt
by the inexperienced, a
child who does not know
not to play with FIRE.

its flame eats so cruelly
yet peacefully i love the
way it never gives up nor stops
for a breath. only the
helpless, the weak: only they
breathe. and to stop breathing:
o only you can decide that
of me. only you can control
such a finality and im sure you will now.



lay under every cover
lay under every cover of the world,
under the soft glittery carpet of the grass,
i do now.
and night's allness beats around me, adhering to my
salty skin with its soft teeth only biting gently into me.
love clings to the night
like sticky jam to my fingers.
pink love which can never be red like the throbbing
FIRE of morning.



black fire which leaps
black fire which leaps
unto
the world and splays across
the everythingness and the nothingness and all that's
in between:
black fire, crawl to me, let me nurse all the
deep burning HATE out of you.
pink and silver kisses flutter on the winds today,
pure and strenuous unlike the
COAL BLACK
FROWNS of the one huge fire
out of control, only burning everything in sight and

YOU LET IT.



as i take your tingling breath
as i take your tingling breath in my hand,
i hear the hacking flame which kills your eyes
and turns them into burnt brown flesh like darkness.

the lips of your heart are a cold type of green,
i can see them dripping in green rain, how curiously beautiful.
and the sporadic words which dart from your heart's green lips

are leaking in sadistic beauty like the electric orange fire which
eats up all in sight and murders like that chiselling flame.
the one i seek revenge upon for slaughtering your BROWNEYES.



MOON OVER THIS ROOM
MOON OVER THIS ROOM
WITH YOUR SPARKS OF WHITE LIGHT BRIGHT LIGHT
PARTING FROM THE GAPS
IN YOUR FINGERS,
can you see the midnight shadows FLICKING past you in stealth,
JEOPARDISING your health?
Don't you
worry occaSSIONALLY, when your eyesight is interrupted
Because of these INCONSIDERATE smudges of black?
when your WATCH on this town is killed for a moment?
MOON OF SNOW, MOON PINNED LOW,
i beg your holy eyes to adhere to this place, my dear
for without the speckles of snow falling from your eyes to dilute
this night, how shall i find my way AROUND?



eternally cool nights (in which SPILT
eternally cool nights (in which SPILT BLOOD crawls into the mouths of
the vulnerable (the asleep) and lies on wet tongues and discolours the lips)

are what makes you strawberry instead of vanilla.
your warm flesh (hot flesh) sprawled across your

bed draws my eyeballs from their sockets and smears them on your skin.
smoky peachy blurry flesh graced by the watery soda moonlight dripping in

through your open window and laying itself upon your
salty steamy skin being the only heat in this cool darkness.


with your sellotape words you
with your sellotape words you almost tear the mascara from my eyes.
baby, look down upon me from your nightpurple sky
(i feel you clipping my wings back as i try to fly)
i love my white skin against this black spiky ball chained to my foot.

NO WONDER I CAN'T RUN I CAN'T STRETCH MY SMILE

honey, how could your eyes be only
brown, they're dark rainbows, saturated
in chocolate god i love your slices of
sunshine after rain.