Young Writers Society

Your body is the road of potholes and pinpricks: twisted nudity fondling flesh. Your fingers are the truck careening too close to the shoulder, caressing my navel. I balance on ...

He likes me, he likes her. Why can't he choose? What does he not see in me? Am I too bright, am I too young, am I too short? Why ...

Why is it that all the best things fade? Nothing stops time, no plan yet laid. Why do sakura fall at their very best? With them the joy of spring ...

~This is the first poem I ever wrote.. So... I hope it's okay!:)~ This may be so, my fair lady; His hand entwined around hers makes her blush You knew ...

The night sings sweetly, it dances toward the city’s light. It’s on nights like these that memories happen, and streetlamps flicker in delight. Days are bright, but their truth has ...

Recently, I've been writing a lot of poetry that I would define as the equivalent of a doodle or a sketch in the art world. Not much of it makes ...

I'm not sorry I can't stand by and listen to that gun ring That explosion in my head Came from my hand This is not a song I ever wish ...

Exitement floods through me As I watch the griffon. Gathering speed as it dives down the tracks Dropping ninety-five degrees below. The anticipation of waiting Makes you anxious to ride ...

My first post in ages. I am packing, boxes clutter what was once my home. She stands in the doorway, tears in her eyes. I think of the night before, ...

Killing Time I move quickly behind you ‘till I trip over garbage on the pavement You turn around and see nothing though I’m in the darkness. I start to move ...

I wonder if there is a spec of sunlight in my eyes, even on the gloomiest day of my life. When the rain falls heavy to the ground, it brings ...

Stomp the streets, without skipping a beat. The city glares around you, As drifters purr and allure, “Hey baby let’s get out of here.” They’re all over, breathing. Standing so ...

Isn’t it funny how people can change? Long ago caring but now estranged. Taking no time in nailing your coffin, Spending time as small children laughing. Oh how did it ...

From the bay view, in window form, yesterday I saw an electricity storm. As the rain beat down, it beat down warm. A confusing thing, is an electricity storm. For ...

Let's see if I can do this when I'm angry. It's not called venting. That I did. I lashed out at those around me furiously. Strangers, stay out of my ...