Young Writers Society

we go for a walk on an empty night. i meet him under an oak tree. the leaves are dying under a golden light. we sit on a cold brick ...

There's a place where all My toughts flow A Place where all My feelings manage to go A Waistland deserted and all Alone A Waistland cold and all of My ...

Now that Ieatworms has vacated the Society, I can post all my poems I've written about how terrible she made me feel. This is the most recent. The first time, ...

The title was rather appropiate...thanks for not naming it "I know what it tastes like". I liked "Nostalgia" a lot. I love how the first and second stanza blended together ...

I was just standing there, Feeling the suns heat, Then I saw you, And my heart skipped a beat. I fell asleep that night, Little did I know, That about ...

Great rainbow-flowed fields Turn away from me And I wonder why as I defy gravity And, hovering three feet off the ground I will watch an era pass And I ...

This one made me smile, despite whatever reaction it was in fact meant to produce. There was a hint of psychotic predisposition that added to the sorrow it carried, and ...

I missed u today Decided to call. You picked up, Said nothing at all. The other night, Was all my fault, Jealousy took over my heart. I guess it’s over, ...

12-04-05 Cursed is he who does not believe in calmness, for he shan't learn the error of his ways kindly. Cursed is he who, separated from peace and strength, the ...

I stood in the hall, Waiting for class to start, When your beauty caught my gaze, You smelt of sweet peaches, You didn't’t know but I was amazed. I wanted ...

I'm the guy whose always standing out, I'm the guy you just can't figure out, I'm the whose heart feels all the tension, I'm the guy who wants your attention, ...

Fly like an eagle,swim like a fish Take me on your journey, so I can leave this rubbish Take me to the rainbows, take me to the butterflies Take me ...

I watched dirt roads wrap themselves around the world and then around your fingers, hoping it would teach you a lesson or two about leaving your life in the hands ...

Schizm I. Plunging through the nebulae, under the veil of a black dust cloud for infinities that wrist-devices measure, stares a lonely asteroid: Me. The Darkest Hour. Has it always ...

Happy Birthday Brad! I liked this, it was honestly a very beautiful piece. You never sieze to amaze me.