Young Writers Society

A love Unforgotten It wasn’t such a dismal thing to let him slip into the sea And let love past diminish deep with wandering thoughts of him in me. I ...

I had scribbled the date on the pink of my palm and a week later I can still hear your heavy breathing, blowing nervousness into my chest The tension builds ...

Winged Beauties of Revenge - Hear our prayers They came down with wings of evil,Fluttering as gentle as the sun rising and setting,in the morn and eve,Is it meant to ...

This was beautiful - not only can I relate to the speaker, but I am moved by what was said here. Your imagery is beautiful, your words forceful and full ...

Belabor has become of me. Derailed imaginations spark felicitously in my wooly-cotton conscience that cadence down to my feet in sundered patterns. Ink. Drips. Down. Echo. The shattered glass writhes ...

You come from a far away place, One that I cannot describe, Still, I am your champion, But I do not wear armor as I wish I could, Or ride ...

It seems there is no escaping, from the tenacity of my being. That caught me from child's grasp, to wake from dreaming with a gasp. I know who I am; ...

A Deafening Silence 'Never' has a sound. Its voice is loud and echoing But it cannot distinguish itself Out of many other nothings. Whirling, Swirling, bloodred. The sickening sound of ...

This was really sweet Brad... it sounds like this romantic break-up, thank you poem that... wow. I mean aside from the fact it was a bit weird to read in ...

Listening to your words,your eyes tearing me love being the only thing,to help me drown.Slowly suffocating;rearranging,the ugliness that's always been there.You made it pretty for awhile,like it reall

I shout, but none will hear me. I scream but none care. Is it possible, can they see, how miserable life can be? I scream I shout! Please, let me ...

He Walked Among the Unspoiled Rushes He walked among the unspoiled rushes Which lined the shores of sparkling ponds, A free soul, untouched by dirt-covered hands And seen by few ...

I see you staring at me. Your face is hard, your eyes are cold. Your stare has trapped me in its hold. Turn away, look away, I beg you please! ...

The fierce ocean leaping over distant rocks, Moving closer to me at every heart beat. Feeling the pulse racing trying not to look, But hypnotized by the powerful waves getting ...

I see my life in raindrops; tiny water-bubbled memories, as they fall. And I wait for the deafening thunder; the reckoning of realization hits, that I am myself, so very ...