Young Writers Society

No matter how I tried to read this critically, it just wouldn't come. I could only read it casually, taking it for what I see it as, rather than what ...

The Mask Clear, translucent skin Cemented and opaque Lush, beautiful lips Stifled and stitched Large, glowing eyes Overwhelmed and shut Smooth, untainted cheek Stretched and barred Shapely, arched bro

I just got out of the hospital and have been placed on these lovely orange medication pills. Bear with me. The nurses were bantering, their nonsense never ending Like a ...

LET MY PEOPLE STAY There is a place on the Mediteranean where I learned to walk, run and ride where I experienced love, loss and life Here I was born, ...

This was written (obviously) between waking up and falling asleep again, so please let me know how to make it appropraite for the waking world. Thanks. Sleep sharing a couch, ...

Okay...I'm trying to get back into the site, so I'm reading and critiquing. But I do hope that if I help you with your stuff, you will return the favor ...

In one place you follow a period with a capital, other times you do not. Kinda confusing. Also, why is the "i" in the brackets uncapitalised? Also, when you said ...

a hail of brainwashed pride, flooding any particles left in the murky puddles where all the connections withered and died. a catalyst to precipitation, one crack of weakness and a ...

The sun gently sets Another day has almost past. Have somehow got through, yet i still feel lost Holding on to the little bit of hope i have left Still ...

The frog jumped over the moon.

I - XIII when we were young we loved everyone in those days we followed the latest craze sugar was the catalyst for our behaviour; meaningful was just a word ...

FUCK YOU APATHY Fuck you, television watcher Isolation, the-world-doesn't-touch-you-liar. Artificial adult, hugging America, Western Civilization, hell, soon a pension, knowing that danger is going to

be patient don't rush, take it slow let the wind blow. feel the breeze through your hair, just feel it know one cares. to many things to rush not enough ...

This poem is aimed at younger children, and may also be a song...any comments? I wish of wishes, of wishes themselves. Of horses and turtles, lions and elves. Of trees ...

Mist and rain, May bring pain Thunder and lightning May be frightening, Sleet and frost Is when i'll feel lost, But when your here The sun is near. I'm not ...