Young Writers Society

cinderella and her lies

-0-

you are watching over my coffin

like vultures to carrion

but i was too sad to carry on

so i guess this should be "el fin"

-1-

yet i look longingly down from a higher place

it might be heaven

but it is the end

unless i shall go somewhere outside of space

-2-

it would take bytes upon bytes

to redownload my mind

because i was always lagging behind

wasting my days- wait, no, my nights

-3-

notice how my heart is at a slant

teetered, tottered, askew

but you could never know, i would have never asked you

i guess this why there's a mob with a chant

-4-

so this is that part where you bid me adieu

the part where my coffin guets buried

because there is no story to read

it was almost like i never had you.

-5-

12 strikes of the bell

midnight is absurd

my arise is unheard

i guess this is the 8th ring of hell

-end-

so scenery and pretty trees

they always fled like fallacies

so now i'm filled with uncertainty

was i ever really truly free?

expectations i live down

lead me astray

somewhere i can cry

somewhere i can't be ridiculed

somewhere i am finally free

somewhere my actions have no ultirior motive

some

where

i

do

not

have

to

tread

with

c a u t i o n

every time

i speak

(eggshells? legos? glass?

i do not know what i am stepping on)

worship and it's effects

i whisper

your name

like a fordbidden word

i scream

my name

like a foolish swear

but we're the same, no?

so why is your name holy

and mine a sin?

i am < the cruel fate i have been bestowed

i ≠ punctuation or #s

(@ some point you must realize so)

[bracket brace for impact]

colon : smiles made with half of a whisper )

slash / and divide ÷ & dice into

a % of a fraction

of my ♡

and i ask ? and yell ! and pause , and will end .

more and less > < to revise *

and fill in _ th@ you have grown ×

but somehow are still ≠, never =

putting price$ on everything

crunching numbers #

must be hard

why don't you shorten ' and pause -

and connect ;

instead of hurting?

that way you'd be less lonely

and not a {code} in a machine

i will/was/am

you

gave

me

your

hand

but

now

i hold

your burdens

small regrets

that you

said belonged

to me

i dropped the

solemn friendship that

was filled with

your perfect lies

like a macaron

and i walked into

another trap you made

the one where everyone

turned their back to

your painfully disgusting lies

or is it a fallacy?

homophones

i heard that you took the fare

you stole not only money

but hearts

that isn't very fair, is it

and the next day

i saw you there

you were saying

it was meant to be theirs

yet you knew that was a lie

doesn't that haunt you?

can't it make you hurt?

does it daunt you in bed while you lie?

somehow you said

i wasn't meant to be here

don't you know?

i will always hear.

i always regretted not saying no

but i think that it's unfair

because you always know

shackles known as life

life

death

rebirth

repeat

life

death

rebi{ntervention}rth

end cycle

error code

⊥n0 3W ⊥3ㄱ

confines == death

corrections == confines

confines = recollection

recollection pains me

recollection ≠ hope

hope = despair

forever

forever

shut down

error

1 4M G0N3 (F0R3V3R & 3V3R)

black catnip poetry (herb + ellie)

i am too tired

to do anything

that feels meaningful

that would be menial

that should seem magical

my life is flourishing

or failing

or flailing

i am unsure

i am too sorry

to say anything

that speaks for me

that works to please

because i am too tired

to be anything

(and i might die,

but my casket is unseen)

words

es cape

lands cape

one is a desire

one is a place

mis pell

ex pell

one is simply a mistake

the other not so much

compreh end

appreh end

all things will come to an end

life,

liberty,

longevity

they all are not

infinite

they are completely

finite

(and in finite things,

you'll find they are not fine)

minty herb mix poem

cruel beings

you look down on me

and then bring me at crossroads

÷ of the mind

with < than or > than

and × = + or ^ ≠ %

angles, tri angles, vertical angles

polygons, penta gons, dodeca gons

and yet

math == life?

math == death?

i do not know

but

code is like math

orderly,

known,

familiar.

each () {} [] has a partner and a place

but there are only conditionals, loops, methods:

one path;

no crossroads.

(i wonder. did the chicken cross the road

to avoid the cruelty of choice?)