Young Writers Society

Please Don't ignore me I’m sorry Forgive me No, wait! Come back I must have you Please don’t leave me I know it’s hard for us Our parents... our friends ...

Granted, we had some fun times through the weeks we spent together Laughing at jokes that didn't make sense and making up stories to tell But I guess I wasn't ...

I don’t really write poems. So this is one of my first proper poems (I guess it is) I ever wrote. So comment… I Am You… I am your perception, ...

I always told myself to stop dreaming I’ll provide the setting for the crash Here we are – both of us, Standing at two points of an axis Exchanging causalities ...

Lebanon You stand tall and unrivaled like the mighty cedars looking fear in the eye and never giving up Music hangs in the air on a Lebanese night As you ...

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. ...