Young Writers Society

I walk across the coast in a dreamy state the sand beneath my feet reminding me that I'm still awake, walking on the beach The waves crash into the rocks ...

Here it comes At three in the morning, half-asleep I’d listen to Spanish in my ears Your pink lips slurring them, Not love songs, but fanciful nonsense Anything to make ...

The Cracks 4-2-06 I. Living between each-other’s cracks, my insides are massaged by these impermanent curves. Still, my thirst is never satiated. Let woman be nigger. Let man be nigger. ...

You're my candle-flame in the dark. Hope lingers in your passion, your fire-dancing, your refusal to realise the bitter cold truth. The life you love will only go as far ...

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I think I put this in the right section, not entirely sure. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Rated for imagery. [untitled] der schmetterling a headless butterfly, wings whacked, blood drippin

My quantum coffee cup Is dry, barren like My soul this Sunday morning I looked picturesque sliding the styrofoam down the asphalt drive I figured it was over – Before ...

The coin falls dreamily through the air And lands into my open palm I close my hand with a flowering gesture hoping you don't see the secret move I snap ...

Flowers on Grave for Father I walked through steaming graveyards, my hands feeling the black flowers as I passed by--there was no sanctuary between me and the spreading fog. There ...

there is nothing like staring dead into your eyes. the rose i gave you last night, dripping with raindrops and lost tears, will wilt on your windowsill next week. i ...

at my core, and I realize this is why I will never forget you. i thought these should be together on the same line. Otherwise, this was beautiful. I felt ...

for long days i have thought about you i believe you are the one that i feel is true blue your hair is like the midday sun Pools of blue ...

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I'm here I'm slipping on my dress fingers scraping skin this bedroom fall within a deadly drop just to carress my fears You press Your nervous and you sweat lips ...

Hmm. Now, while there was some great stuff in this poem, it was too short to have overpowerewd the not-so-great stuff. I do not dislike your poem, but I do ...