Young Writers Society

I’m stitching my soul together from the latest blow We try to share needles, but we know - it’ s never going to work I feel your pain And it’s ...

I’m smiling at the future with a full-forward “hello” And it has the nerve to smile back to me I’ve always favored symmetry, But never favored reason, Yet there’s something ...

Hmm... I sort of could understand this. You're losing your touch old yeller. I liked it though, because I could understand it, and remarkably I have the same feelings as ...

I’m a desecrated Deflowered image of a soul I feel it slowly fading As I stand my solid ground The echoes are reverberating The truth will drag me down I ...

*I apologize*

"Why do fools fall in love?", is a question I've always wondered. Up until now, in that department I've always blundered. But at the moment things are different, the time's ...

The line break on the first italics line I absolutely hated. Eugh, I dunno why, but it just threw me horribly. Moving on ... Do you have an obsession with ...

Your eyes are a mixture of green and blue, of love and pain; letting me know that this is the start of forever, all the way to the bitter end. ...

I’m sitting in a blackened room Tying knots in golden thread The smile that I’m lying in Is glossed with my glittered lead And you’ve found me all but dead ...

wow i loved the poem. i really liked how you did the little intro-thing, which his what i guess you could call it. it was great and set the point ...

Time stopped February twentieth. Tests taken, processed— seven warning signs predicted their results. Let it rip through disease like a knife in tender flesh: morphine, radiation, burn it out, take ...

I hate her. I hate the way she thinks, rethinks, thinks again without stopping, pounding through my brain like a restless tornado tearing through Oklahoma farmland barns. I hate the ...

This is some poetic blabber that I came up with while reading Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. I hope you enjoy, even if you haven’t read the book… if you haven’t ...

Caught up feelings,tripped emotions, spilled blood and cut out insides. Liquid tears turn cold and solid, bitterness carries the deadly taste of vomit. Seas of hatred,oceans of guilt. Miles of ...

As fruitful as regret Looking away from whatever life begets I’m turning away I’m holding sway Over the whole world And I’m trying to slice it down into proportion Photo ...