Young Writers Society

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. ...

(supposing life is inherently black, like the shadows od his hair) suppose life clicks into place on your lips and kills all colour - - the peachy pink of your ...

this blood wants to be free instead of ever-sluicing in my veins. it hates the dullness, the monotony. so, i am only relieving it, letting it drain. it bites and ...

Democracy ‘Let the fight begin’ the leaders cry ‘For a better nation for Australians to live in!’ There are tears of relief as a man is sentenced to the ward ...

groggy blood wanders sleepily in my veins, hauling its great load and never safe from the papery, flimsy film of my white skin. it is hardly immortal; rather weak and ...

Sometimes, I just dont get it...poems turn out so different than I intend! This one was about how sometimes I'm just insensitive to other people because I dont react as ...

Something a little older, recently reworked just a bit. Thought I'd give it a go. -- A star high in the heavens Falls gloriously to earth Streaking through the night ...

there are too many teeth in the sky and when tears collect in its large blue eye it knows there is no backing out: it must cry though silence! what ...

touching lips to ear i revel in the vastness of our closeness his voice dripping ambrosia aphrodisiac filling my soul drunk on his speaking i speak my own wine sparkling ...

he opened my eyes opened my thighs kissed me sucked my soul banished my fear bit my ear touched me ate me alive tore out my heart spread me apart ...

I remember his nose I remember because we never spoke of it I can see it in my mind’s eye pictured perfectly I never saw his nose I never saw ...

peppermint whispers ‘please’ her eyes defiant I know she wants me the way she cocked her head licked her lips beckoned me to the stairwell her costume revealing just enough ...

The jab cross to your nose makes something give way it bleeds a lot Your nose Your face is smeared with the stuff grotesque really no crimson droplets glistening like ...

“Trust not him that hath once broken faith; he who betrayed thee once, will betray thee again.” You are (were) the One You materialized Something like a déjà vu dream ...