Young Writers Society

If the chainsaw in my head cut through the night Could you sleep through it? Or would you wake discontented? If I showed you my truth, Could you accept it? ...

This feels like the same as your other recent poem, "Living Alone With Green Carpet" ... same subject matter? Anyway, I thought this fitted very well neatly together. You seemed ...

Thank god Brad for knocking some sense into me on this one. Well I've messed around with it some more and added a bit...well more than a bit. and thegirlwhofateloves: ...

I carved straight into him. His insides falling out Onto the ground. The smell was like Opening a trashcan. A funky, rotten smell. His goo made my hands Like a ...

I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU READ THIS. The Nun I STRANGLED WITH MY BARE HANDS Her name was Julia, she loved motorcycles, dreamed of making love for the first time, ...

Bleeding yellow roses That sprout and take root They grow into my life And slowly begin to take over I feel the pain Of the thorns stabbing into my temples ...

Stereos paint pictures with their vibrations,lighting up the atmosphere. But all you dois play sad songs until the air is heavy and you only breathe in evaporated tears.Several thousand years ...

Today was not meant to take you away. We did not know it would come. We did not see you vanishing into the mist of eternity I watched you fly ...

One of God’s Wonders A ball of flame, hot and white Red and orange shining, yellow giving light Purple, pink wisps of air Perfect wonder everywhere Light and warmth dance ...

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 ...