poet – E. A. Young Writes

Thoughts

My therapist asked me to describe my thoughts, and what they looked and felt like.
Here they are.

Buzz

A poem about all the thoughts running through my head.

I Left a Message for my Grandmother

I left a message for my grandmother.
It rang three times, then a woman who wasn’t my grandmother spoke on the phone and told me that the person you are trying to reach was not available now, and at the tone to please record a message.

autumn

A poem about the yearly anxieties that come to mind whenever the trees start to change color. This poem was featured in the first issue of the Southern Oregon Zine The Junk Drawer.

The Red Heart Emoji

This idea has been in my head for quite a while, and I wanted to post it last week to keep in theme with Valentines day, but because of work another projects going on I wasn’t able to finish it. However, instead of being trapped in my own head about making this piece “perfect,” I instead decided to reformat it to a less structured piece (like a poem) instead of the original structure I wanted (like an essay). I figured this could be a way to show a bit of my writing process! Hopefully I can come back to this piece and expand upon it. Let me know what you think!

Legal Yellow Notepads

I’ve been spending more and more time writing on
LEGAL YELLOW NOTEPADS
Instead of my private journal lately
And I don’t know why.

Rent Free

Below is a poem of mine, originally published on my writing account @that.s_me_emily and then submitted to my university’s literary magazine, The Main Squeeze. You can read the poem here.

You live in my mind rent free
No, no, not quite
You have your own street, your own boulevard,
Full of shops and even a bookstore
That chronicles all our old memories
And what could have been.