Young Writers Society

l love this

heart beat on the

insides of your wrists. You are

alive and delicate and insecure and I

love you




I have a couple of ideas of what this is about, but i love it.

Nicolette wrote:-I think you should add 'like' to the end of the first line

Nicolette wrote:-Instead of "known to me, to everyone..." I think you should replace all that as "preceved as"
-Instead of "keep and hold me" in the last line, I think "sustain myself" would be shorter and more suitable.

Nicolette wrote:-I like the pocket watch being mentioned for some reason.

Nicolette wrote:-I think "the world watches and my world" could be its own line
-After "smiling" there should be a comma

Nicolette wrote:-One the third like the "and you act" is a little vague to me. Act how?
-The first line is a little odd to me

Nicolette wrote:-This is the best stanza in the poem in my opinion. It wraps everything together so well. I like the boy being described, too, mostly because of his likable arrogance.

Speele wrote:The only thing with this poem would be an underlying mixed message for me. In this section, it seems the subject of the poem is simply a person with a part to play. No real life. Just a prop. Willingingly or unwillingly, he seems to be perfect, and surreal. A poster boy. However, later he is described as delicate and insecure. I think, perhaps you meant to compare the public against the private here, but I also think more clarity on the issue would be appreciated.

Wow. Wonderful. I liked the beginning, but the end was awesome, and the middle was intricate.

stable and wonderful, perfect and known to everyone,

pinned in words against a page, against their eyes, a smiling

moving image, a star, a million identities and all of them

known and unknown.

My world has curled around you
smoke against wood, twisting to fit in a place so
apart from my own.
My mind has concluded and disproved again and
again that you are
perfect and known to me, to everyone, wild and bright and shining
an actor, a writer, the centre of everything
the joker with a smile and a pocket watch,
setting the world up and letting it glow and sparkle,
so comforting and wonderful, the strength I need to keep and hold me.

You are reading lines, you are
standing bare and beautiful on a stage, the world watches and my world
curls into you and you act until we all know you are
stable and wonderful, perfect and known to everyone,
pinned in words against a page, against their eyes, a smiling
moving image, a star, a million identities and all of them
known and unknown.

And I learn you
my enigma boy, a heart beating against fractured ribs and
shoulders lined with tiredness and uncertainty,
you lift me, sweetness laid against love
familiarity and security, truly honestly trustworthy
everlasting, your breath against mine, your hands on my waist and
your lips on the back of my neck, heart beat on the
insides of your wrists. You are
alive and delicate and insecure and I
love you infallibly and knowingly and unconsciously and you
lift me out of nothingness into something warm and
safe.