Young Writers Society

I think this may be a new favorite of mine. I really like the way the stanzas interrupt each other and flow into each other at the same time. Very ...

Ha. So so oddly amazing. Every step you walk you have to position yourself in just the right light, because you wouldn't want to look weak. I loved that. The ...

That both shocked and made me want a muffin so badly. NEVER SCARE ME AGAIN! Bravo!

My little boy blue My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered, and broken and blue. and I understand now the insanity of love and why the scars ...

* Waiting for gold to fall in your lap rather than creating rainbows for yourself and hiding the treasure somewhere special. ** How many times do you need to make ...

An Ending The solitary man. At the top of the cliff. Looked about. At All the beauty. And Wondered why a world so Beautiful, could have So much sadness. The ...

I loved it all... But honestly. Was that take your pants off thing really nessisary. I mean you go from kissing to pants... well, it happens I guess. So forget ...

you lie in bed and encourage your eyes to surround yourself with infatuation and glass dolls, broken yet infinitely see-through. you scrawl novels onto the ceiling until your fingernails cry ...

how come you're posting so much, aren't you in russia passing out over 200 proof vodka or something? regardless, this was a scathing and amusing piece of charictarization. I guess ...

A Buzzing Light 7-26-05 The northern light seizes, shudders, new doorbell tinkling pain, new awfulness, new skies exist... At this stage in life, you can’t care what anyone thinks, yet ...

you came like lightning and thunder flash bang into my life beautifulwilddangerous a furious cloud cutting through the darkness with raw passion rip it up the first time you look ...

I've been looking at this poem for about an hour wondering what I can actually comment on. The way you use words is almost mesmeric and I have absolutely no ...

Cemetery Heart Opening the gateway to buried mortality. A landscape of serenity, freedom from agony. Our despair and misery now remain deceased, Living souls awaiting death to bring us peace. ...

The Happiest Days of my LifeFeet sticking out round every cornerShrewd comments from behind every doorName calling on the way to EnglishAs they walk behind, need I say more?These are ...

Hehe. To me, it pretty much was just a load of pants up until the last line: 'you see, the truth is, I don't have a basement or clay jars ...