Young Writers Society

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In the darkness creatures hide Following you by your side When you take them from the night The little devils will take flight All around you strange things play Getting ...

I am me I wonder why I can fly I see blood on my clothes I hear the voice of a boy cry I want to know what I’ve come ...

---Based upon actual events, my actual expierence. It's a bit morbid actually, you might find it cruel even. But, I mind not, comment on it. My friends found it hilarious. ...

Ring Lost on Road I look out and see it’s not dark yet; the patched roads shimmer in falling drizzle afternoon. A single piece of silver falls from my hand ...

He struck my heart, he struck my heart badly.His glimmering eyes and sunshiney smile, the warmth you feel when he's around. I am beneath him, I am too young. I'm ...

It's always sou'east by south by our navigation; crossing the waves that clatter our fragile bow. Aloft the battered hulk, we stand hand-in-hand and fly footloose in the malicious winds, ...

These feelings are to hard to keep in So much dishonesty, deciet, denial. Is it really worth lies and me committing a sin, when so much is at stake? Perfect, ...

Lost In Yours I lost my hand in yours and we walked the same old route, lost my hand like it’s not been lost before, as we spoke of lake ...

"Poem to xantham gum" was shockingly wonderful! Felt like something I would have read a hardened expatriate American romance poet write....definitely love it.

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

Oh, mother, I am weeping Besides your doorway, Lips shaking silence Still I am keeping every secret scent away Into the deep corners of my room – The searches, things ...

I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime Licking cups, licking lips You may be older, but I’m Mature – I am star figurine of middle school I barely ...

This is part of a poem I am writing for a friend (her birthday present actually), and I was wondering, for all who speak spanish out there (or not) if ...

It goes on kind of long, but it does offer some interesting images, my favorite being the square tiles. I think you're trying to symbolize a coldness... after all, tile ...