Young Writers Society

Darn, Brad...when did you start writing like this? Darkness is daylight–At leastloneliness isn’t prostitution–May God wrest me from sanity. *gets the shivers* Oh, how I loved it. You should writ

For you I will write a song and sing it, I love you, I admit it. You are a dream come true I could not have coped without you. These ...

Winter ice on your unsheathed knife frozen blood and frozen tears newly spilt, so young and brittle, against my shoulder you whispered lies where once hope rose in cold eyes, ...

"Love" paints a picture Of flowers and light, But to this strong emotion Is a darker side. Pain and confusion Contrast supreme bliss. So many lovers Are witness to this. ...

No extra words, no extra lines. Excellent descriptions, excellent prose.

With blue braids tipped foam-green and skin the shine of the sea she glides between the caps and waves. in a moment of sponteanity she leaps and flaps her sparkle-scaled ...

the never bird gave up her nest to save a boy so keen on single destruction death seemed like a very big adventure and Heathcliff plumetted into a life long ...

The past’s-elastic is fraying And I find that I’m guilty, When my crimes have a face That stares back in stanzas.

A quiet attraction so platonic not so innocent uneasiness engulfs me the knowledge of no mutual feelings moving on seems to be one of the hardest things no more than ...

Her laughter's a distracter, As you look into her eyes. She's quick to say hello But terrible with goodbyes. She's confusing, used to losing, Stubborn at the start. The mirror ...

Jack is to blame for this, I just read perfection and was yeah all your fault, Jack, not that I mind though... CL Skin Deep the dips in your skin ...

I like the first two stanzas the best, though I like the whole poem. Yep...

If I were to see myself as you see me I would be an ugly thing. I would be a reflection of words and opinions all wrong jumbled together to ...

from lancaster they came the class of '45 fiery demons with wings and sharp tails did you see their phosphoric eyes or the gleam of 7.62 browning arms collapsing buildings ...

It's amazing how you can make me crumble without saying a word Your love consists of hate and I can't stand that But I love your hate and your poison ...