Young Writers Society

Taken in by people's charm Innocent flirting, causing no harm, Until it leads to something deep Where I dream of you in my sleep. Outside beauty, inner disgust This fling ...

The Firefly’s Glow Do you remember The fireflies that danced Between our hands, Tantalizing us with their glow? How we ran than night, Dashing through the meadow Like tameless spirits, ...

Life is a pen, darling. If we cannot erase, then - must we resign ourselves to leave the page?Are not more beautiful when marred? Immersed in navy blue regret on ...

(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.) Feeding print in finery At the hypocenter of Death-defying reality – You feel the guilty casualty Of a ...

dance floor sagas are created and shattered among liquid stripes of light and congealing techno beats that fuse hipbones together. lean fingers scrabble for a taste of flesh real skin ...

This next poem is the latest from the scrawl of my algebra notebook. I really love it, and I don't know why. I guess I love it because it is ...

EDIT: Second draft. All comments, crits, and such welcome. Divining Catacombs I. venery Winged Hermes gave chase but missed the window of opportunity as Apollo sigh-slipped into her coffin. the ...

Soul Dance Dance Dance ‘til your heart erupts out of your chest And foxtrots over the moon: One two three, one two three- Relentlessly seizing your emotions And baring your ...

I hate existententialism: the way it smears the colors, the flowers like Monet in more of a sunset horizon that hinges the dark and light between us into ink stains ...

Sometimes I dream that I can smell sea air again – Can taste roses that Melt like sugar in my mouth And your kisses Were never so salty those nights ...

Honey, where are you tonight? The stars are aligned and I can feel your fire in my soul. The light show of lovesick lullabies kept me awake for hours - ...

All these phrases had a sort of...medical crap....feel to it. I got the feeling, yes, but the phrases were disconnected and ugly. Yes, it suited the topic but I certainly ...

Joggers float by, arrogant or truly happy but the ones laughing are always in groups and the scent of time closes up behind them Speech shutters to silence, silence to ...

My second poem ******** After months of uncertainty I run and hide, away from the accusations, the expectations, into the comforting dark. Enmeshed in velvet night, cocooned in a net ...

I do not know why you became so distant, for now it hurts to be reminiscent . The bond that we share is no longer there. I have stayed young, ...