Young Writers Society

hey guys, I´m in Salamanca, Spain right now. Sitting in an internet cafe at a comp with a crappy keyboard with missing tilethingies. jetlag poetry the onset of a jetlag ...

It all changed the night you cut your hair, when you opened a portal to make-up and low-cut designer tops. Crossing your legs, hands in pockets, newfangled music. It gave ...

There is this highschool class called Creative Expressions. If I think about it, you can read this, just the way they do. It has such this wonderful flow and your ...

(I want critiques badly, I want to be proud of this... I love this) She lay in a broken mirror Her reflection surrounding her, Her beauty frozen by death, Cast ...

I get the feeling that there was some meaning here that I just couldn't grasp. But even though I have no idea what the poem means, it was very beautiful ...

the time spent has grasped attention, so only now it's noticed that the light is a shade of blue [and, you know, that means you've been going about too long]. ...

Rain comes harder as Night grows older Laughter is softer as Tears come closer I'm not to leave the circle You drew around me in the sand Laughter is softer ...

gliding along a two-lane highway at 95 miles per hour you speed over lime green lakes and wash past silvery skies and the "Don't mess with Texas" postcard sits in ...

NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up ...

Old Mad Tom laughs when little boys burn to death and four-leaf clovers give him heart-ache. his brother's name was Edgar; a little boy who burned to death east of ...

You write so much about memories and the past. But it's a good thing though. You do it without necessarily being cheesy.

You are so very fragile that I feel forced to suffocate you in bubblewrap and enclose you in a cardboard box (this side up) and send you (my poetry) through ...

Pain wells up in me My heart is weary My jet-black hair brushes my face I push it back The pain has cut too deep Like a knife through cheese ...

I think this may be a new favorite of mine. I really like the way the stanzas interrupt each other and flow into each other at the same time. Very ...

Ha. So so oddly amazing. Every step you walk you have to position yourself in just the right light, because you wouldn't want to look weak. I loved that. The ...