Young Writers Society

I hear your laughs I hear your jeers I know that you're taking about me, Just because I'm different from you. Why can't you accept me for what I am? ...

I wrote a poem, tell me what you think! Little kitten running free; Along with the gods of the sea; Black bracelet around my hand; May all my enemies be ...

I think this goes here... Rated for Language - I am not so sure on the fragmented beginning. All comments, suggestions, welcome. As for the title is comes from two ...

Bubble Bath Surprises 3-1-06 Some days, I feel like failure– tar bubbles in slimy asphalt, and I try to fly over it, but instead sink into my dirty goo. And ...

Portrait of a Red-haired Woman Form based on "Portrait of a Lady" by William Carlos Williams Your hair is the spreading of Autumn whose crimson, crooked hand reaches through woods ...

I know hell and back gets you nowhereBut I’d though I’d gone fartherThan this There you are, in the early Monday morning radar Gray-sweatered arms opened wide, And though my ...

Niiicee I really really like it !! The last stanza was soo cool I can relate myself soo well with this poem don't change a thing !! the part about ...

You beat me and abuse me, but I won't hit you back, it stings and it bleeds, but I love the whips crack. It always assumed, that all love is ...

I don't much like the line breaks in this. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. This is the second part to the epigone CL the epigone II. ((helios apartment)) bright, brain ...

this poem was writtin when my frien was like nine and now hes twelve. the numbers on my computer quite working and they took most of the punctuation keys with ...

So... I had a good day FOR YOU, I'LL SPEAK FRENCH 'Meet me under the clock tower at one' she said, and we laughed because we're poets, drunk on a ...

I. ((antigone)) she dreams of icarus-wings so he paints them there gold-leaf-feather-tips fluttering in the slight breeze. the waft of spice flecks mingle on tongues as she drinks her fill ...

I wish I had her, But she’s under his spell, I just can’t take this, My passion doesn’t end well. I spy her elated by him, It braids my pleasure ...

I think my brain just died, Though I thought it would go with a pop. Or maybe a huge explosion That would rock the entire Earth! Earthquakes would start Followed ...

It’s darker here than anywhere in my life I could be pricked in bittersweet rose gardens My tongue could be caught on rough salt beauty ocean waves I could bathe ...