Young Writers Society

There are worser things in this world Little brother Than a sound inablility to do more than 2 things at once Worser things than falling to bits At the slightest ...

This was actually really good. sort of universal, a lot of us could relate. Not much else to say...well done, though, Brad.

forewarning: this is bad. --------- wearing converse trainers and waiting on street corners. if you gripped that stella any harder it'd break into thousands of shards some would hit your ...

skeletons trapped in the back of a closet no one knows they belong to you up a narrow staircase the back corner of a hall. darkness also known as the ...

I bit into my chocolate heart and it tasted like peppermint, looked like sugary emeralds inside. I ran my tongue along the calender and it tasted like raspberry, looked like ...

for callie *cute* because you have spent the larger portion of your life praying and scrambling and because you have seen so many smallchildrenrunningthroughyourmindfalling you don’t know what to do ...

How many times do you have to fall into puddles of gasoline and break perfect rainbows to see that you can’t do that? This is sort of cute. But it’s ...

The Curse of Mortality Some day we’ll all take out last breath, And allow life to succumb to death. Someday we’ll all say goodbye, For everyone at some point must ...

You want to speak the truth,But you won't,Why? Are afraid of what other people will say and thik of you? But you say you don't care about what other people ...

The water ripples in webs of beauty Intricate, weaving through the glassy surface The storm clouds breach to reveal wonder Illuminating the land of darkness below the heavens The tornadoes ...

Note: This was written by me and Sam; so beware. my thoughts spill on the paper like the words from your lips they fill the page with black.....I have nothing ...

OK...this poem I'm posting as two parts since they're both very confuzzling and would sound weird together. Edit: I'm having troubles with the second part so I'll post that later. ...

I open my eyesAnd look to the stars“Who am I?” I ask“But a jumble of scars.”Abuse and traumaA portrait of my lifeMy broken heart shatteredThis is my strifeI dread my ...

this is a poem I attempted to write, anyway. there is a message I want to get across but I just don't know how to do it. This burning sensation ...

This might be my new favorite of all your poems. Can I print this one off and put it on my locker too? some crit: here is where the words ...