Young Writers Society

I thought one-word lines were ridiculous and indicative of beginner-leverl work. Anyway, I thought the deliberate lack of comma's in the first two stanza's strange, especially when you used it ...

I wrote this simple poem when I was a bit younger when I heard that there could be a military draft for the War in Iraq. Although I doubt it ...

A long pause, A gaping mouth, Jaw moving, No sounds. Meaningless gestures, Occasional words, But…Just…how, Deep breath. Head in hands, Turn away, No words, Walks off. She doesn’t know, What ...

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a farewell. a long, sad goodbye. for many years, he held onto his trangression and locked it in the gun rack leaving it in its disposition: oiled and shined, loaded ...

Kill For You There's nothing I wouldn't do, Anything -- I'd kill for you. I see you walking down the hall. Can you see me? You walk right past me: ...

We are on the window lattice, holding throbbing hearts in our hands. Moonlight-painted faces, as cold as dreams twenty two thousand leages out of reach - Adam and Eve revelation; ...

We are but sinners in the hands of an angry god, upheld by no more than his mere pleasure. A conflagration smolders in eyes of malice, while the damned lie ...

intimate fragility, shared, living on whispers: surviving in hand-drawn hearts. its pulse fluctuates, spiralling into alien depths; we want to exonerate it from purpose: remove the parasite. yet, in t

blood on a dandelion, the petals peel and shiver down into solitary winter - where even the beautiful freeze to be time-tapped and sapped of syrup and libido. Lips push ...

leaves may fall the same time every year, petals droop and die, snow drifts and falls, day concedes to night concedes to day, your eyes meet mine like magnets. yet, ...

said oh! aren't~aren't you God? Hello. Sir. 10/9 and didn't you love it, w. all the rampant Jesus slaying and goddamnit, we can re crucify Jesus ten times a week, ...

Asylum Dedicated to salvan Monday 13th December 2004: My Dignified Friend The first thing I saw was his gleaming grin, Though did not know it hid a life so grim. ...

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