Young Writers Society

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 ...

I know something is wrong with this poem. I just cant figure it out. Will you give me suggestions? >When I was at my worst You showed me the light ...

You don’t know I’m there, but I’m watching You can’t tell, but I love you more then you know I might be far away but I’m closer then you think ...

As I wait on the bench, my arms handcuffed As I look around the dark room, shivering I begin to think of what's ahead of me My fate. I didn’t ...

I thought this was going to be happy, dammit! Anyway, it's good. I like it better than many of your poetry, mostly because the style is a little bit more ...

I traced my fingers around your body but you never wanted to be called a masterpiece, You don't mean to be rude but the knife in my hand is cutting ...

*I wrote this when I was eleven in italy it's one of my only decent poems from that time. Just wondered what you thought. I've put it up as i ...

oh wow, very powerful imagery and choice of words... casts a lot of coinciding emotions to the reader; I would not change a thing... although... you might want to... But ...

he has us all colour-coded in yellow-metal-ring binders filed under last name and cashspending hobby he catalogues his apolstery by pattern first, then hue and the chuck of metal thrashing ...

foliage - where are you? hidden beneath the concrete tremor only cement cracks show a shade of green in the darkened soot air a young boy with stoney limbs stares ...