Young Writers Society

3-11-03 Too weak to lift a pen To type an emotion And too strong to remain calm. Shudder in this feeling of mine. Shudder. Fire and people are dancing The ...

Picture this - best friend - Red hair and innocent She’s entrapped in her boyfriend’s Spider web of arms We joke and laugh and Sip a soda in a myriad ...

Bold, clear images, as usual outstanding poetry with this bold sentimental quality that balances out with the language. Personally, I felt a connection with this poem. I could praise forever ...

Rough, written for a creative writing class at the community college I attend. *** Allah Allah My God I cry to you From empty fields and homes Dismembered, destroyed, desolated ...

Note: This poem is meant to be read aloud. Rated PG-13 due to language why is he in love with the mechanical bride nuts and bolts trail her every trail ...

It isn't that I don't find comfort in gasoline rainbows, I heard that gasoline rainbows in some other poem.... yours or not, I am not sure.... I like this poem... ...

Only a Lost Child "To betray is to love without choosing," you said as we stood alone at twilight. I only bit the inside of my lip and looked at ...

I really like this. Nothing else to say, I guess. Just good work.. -*Shimmer

Strike a blow from behind But in my heart, I did not bow. Strike my cheek in spite But in my mind, I did not blush. Strike a match to ...

Fizzling Selfless 1-31-06 Fizzling. Catching on something, a splinter, mirrors tell of sunken eyes. a future shrouded by shrieking sympathy in the loneliness of a skull, neurons firing like city ...

Deborah Come now and judge me, like Deborah before the rain; shadows congregate between us in the hole that separates justice from the just. A fire is lit and burns ...

It’s almost comical From an outsider’s view But here, inside, I’m suffocating Kiss me on my sickened brow, Your lips planted in darkness Seeds of doubt on my forehead Burrowing ...

how much did i love you? i counted the ways that you loved me i'll always remember the things we used to do now black and white is all i ...

He was a day-gazer Articulate, motivated, past The rush of air on wintry mornings Swift and competitive Tasteless on the tongue But fire on the soul I swayed before jumping ...

Guy.... I messed up, We both know its true, I need you back, It’s getting harder to breath, and my face is turning blue. I'll sit here in Agony, And ...