Young Writers Society

I’m sitting in a blackened room Tying knots in golden thread The smile that I’m lying in Is glossed with my glittered lead And you’ve found me all but dead ...

wow i loved the poem. i really liked how you did the little intro-thing, which his what i guess you could call it. it was great and set the point ...

Time stopped February twentieth. Tests taken, processed— seven warning signs predicted their results. Let it rip through disease like a knife in tender flesh: morphine, radiation, burn it out, take ...

I hate her. I hate the way she thinks, rethinks, thinks again without stopping, pounding through my brain like a restless tornado tearing through Oklahoma farmland barns. I hate the ...

This is some poetic blabber that I came up with while reading Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. I hope you enjoy, even if you haven’t read the book… if you haven’t ...

Caught up feelings,tripped emotions, spilled blood and cut out insides. Liquid tears turn cold and solid, bitterness carries the deadly taste of vomit. Seas of hatred,oceans of guilt. Miles of ...

As fruitful as regret Looking away from whatever life begets I’m turning away I’m holding sway Over the whole world And I’m trying to slice it down into proportion Photo ...

Based on a fantasy book I'm writing...let me know what you think. In the fear, I seek you In my strength, I find you In the dark, I see you ...

I like the imagery. My question is, what does it gain from the line breaks? You're an expert poet (so I won't insult you with my normal level of critique ...

Drivin’ in this Land of Fellatial Screams 1-4-06 Drivin’ the world in cruise control hissing blood out of its speakers a child of my times, needle in the vein kissin’ ...

Zoning Into The Dharma 11-19-05 I lose myself into a heavy room standing crooked, bent, in a sandy house on a sandy shore, storm surf flailing salty spray, smell, gulls ...

I loved this poem. But I almost always love your work. You are such an absolutely amazing writer the way you string the words togather to make such meaningful and ...

Shattered in tears as the clock's about to strike midnight, I have to choose quickly for my body is filled with fright. Mom, I don't wan't to make you sad, ...

I dream of you day and night Memories of us are still shining bright. I skip from us happy to you saying goodbye. I used to dream in colour, but ...

Alternate poem using the same two opening lines as my other poem of the same name. Welcome to my world, my love. ‘Tis a scary place. Countless twisted monsters plague ...