Young Writers Society

[rated the way it was because this is even confusing for me, i'd like to see somebody understand it. it is mostly a ramble anyway and i don't care about ...

You were hard work today Pushing me over the edge I am strong and I can take it But you can see, easily That you really do get to me ...

I got chills reading this and it actually kind of scared me. You're starting to get like Jon Foreman--vaaaaaague. But hey, Jon Foreman won an award for being vague. However, ...

this is for one of my best friends Robert, he and I have this running joke in spanish: I call him smart as a head of lettuce and he calls ...

Momentum I’ve laced my shoes and slouched my socks And hit the pavement, Jogging. I’m not warmed up; I’m not prepared, And yet I’ve started Running. I’ve reached the crest; ...

8-28-05 (The Most Poetic Day I Shall Ever Live) If I live to be two thousand long years old, then never shall I forget the rareness, awe, and sure, pure ...

It's hard to see the light when you stare into countless shadows, hidden behind the facade, a veil of drunken voices and a chorus that impounds your heart - move ...

This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

Blank Paper (aka Writers Block) down in the dark where ideas lurk like twisting steamy vapours amidst cold trees; there you will find me sitting alone and wondering at a ...

I blame this all on Thomas, it's all his fault. In class today he was trying to say, My shirt is black: mi camiseta es negra, but instead he said, ...

it all comes to this this is the final stage and i'm through i'm through with your words your torment the way you look at me when i'm praised and ...

For those of you who don't know, slam poetry is poetry that is memerized and then performed before a panel of fellow poet-judges. Its really fun, and full of anger. ...

To the weak it's the End. Are you breathing? Then it's not over yet. You're still alive It may hurt like a bitch But you're still breathing right? You're not ...

I’m insane, clown-painted prowler, half an hour from the genius on the table. Indeed you are Brad... nice job. It reminds me of te anime series that just ended after ...

Time has passed and I have healed, So don't think I still feel for you. The tide’s gone out and I've not drowned, So don't think I still bleed for ...