Young Writers Society

Brad, you have a way of writing that just makes things so clear: I guess in the past it was more masked, but now you seem to have achieved a ...

The moon is full, the stars are out, with sand beneath my feet. I feel the wind its breezes sweet. Mist surrounding all I know, for into the unknown I ...

A wise man once said, "If money grew on trees, would you go and get an axe? Or wait for the falling leaves?" And I thought, "Of course I'll use ...

I feel like Joan of Arc tonight Here at my execution, Nobody to witness but strangers Tired, staked and screaming Out your name Water-flight settles in on My coke-bruised head, ...

'Cut' Silence. Slip down onto the cool linoleum Hear the drip of the faucet Raspy breaths in your throat Notice your heart beat quicken Feel the blood coarse through your ...

I was running, seeking someone who would care. I was frightened, I was scared, yet you were always there. You gave me hope, you gave me peace. At last, there ...

(hey, I haven't post a poem in a long time, but decided I might as well post my latest poem for English. It might be a little cliche and I ...

I walk across the coast in a dreamy state the sand beneath my feet reminding me that I'm still awake, walking on the beach The waves crash into the rocks ...

Here it comes At three in the morning, half-asleep I’d listen to Spanish in my ears Your pink lips slurring them, Not love songs, but fanciful nonsense Anything to make ...

The Cracks 4-2-06 I. Living between each-other’s cracks, my insides are massaged by these impermanent curves. Still, my thirst is never satiated. Let woman be nigger. Let man be nigger. ...

You're my candle-flame in the dark. Hope lingers in your passion, your fire-dancing, your refusal to realise the bitter cold truth. The life you love will only go as far ...

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I think I put this in the right section, not entirely sure. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Rated for imagery. [untitled] der schmetterling a headless butterfly, wings whacked, blood drippin

My quantum coffee cup Is dry, barren like My soul this Sunday morning I looked picturesque sliding the styrofoam down the asphalt drive I figured it was over – Before ...

The coin falls dreamily through the air And lands into my open palm I close my hand with a flowering gesture hoping you don't see the secret move I snap ...