Young Writers Society

Possession personally, I know I've never seen a bigger silence than the one that stretches out between us (deeper than a universe)– but did you really think that wrapping yourself ...

SecretsI’m gonna tell you my secret; the one that I won't want anybody to know so be silent and don't flinch for the people around us can hear the fear. ...

Many tears make the pool The pool of insanity Which holds the empty and the soulless in its grip It feeds off of my blood Which rolls drop by drop ...

he moves like a big river power and grace thundering down the mountain side (when I know more, he says I'll understand the metaphor) I can see it in his ...

Dear world, I’m tired. You hear it over and over, The ‘bustle of humanity’, The ‘roar of the city streets’, The endless squawking of a billion children lost in the ...

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the earth takes rootthe trees fallas mankind follows suitthe end of all That's a very suitable, decent ending for a poem like this. However, I found a few flaws. One ...

So I'm bending the rules, and writing a preface, but not about my poem, more about it's inspiration. If anyone (moderators) can tell me where a good place to put ...

This was really good guys! I wish I had something to say...but I don't. *sigh*

I know this poem needs a lot of fixing so I need all the advice and crtiqiung I could possibly get!!! Thanks!!! I watched her hit you without swinging, It ...

Ok, this poem...this is for Alicia Wolfe...one of my best friends...who committed suicide. She died on 11-11-04, a thursday, but she had been brain dead for exactly one week...this poem...writing ...

get away from meyou're nothing but a two-faced lyncathropic waste of space. One minute the aura of beauty radiates like a rising sun Second minute I see the fangs and ...

Look at me, darling, this has gone far enough. I know you still love me. Don't try and run from it or hide love is a bullet which pierces your ...

This is Not an Apology And I’m not sorry am I, because I never Apologize when I don’t mean it You can shout until your lungs turn blue and your ...

children die, c'est la vie and dust blows across an empty yard. the black dog chews on a child-sized soccer ball, but no remonstrating voice echoes out across the silence. ...