Young Writers Society

Reverse into the field of nothingness and melt into the scenery so no one notices as you slowly DISAPEAR

Im not sure where this came from...deep down I guess. Its funny how emotions can be hidden so well, yet found so easily. -ibelieve_inme Moral meant more to you than ...

These decadent days run a thick river through the westside of this town. We account bottlecaps and soda taps, to make a ledger of how much we drink of our ...

The coming of the new day: the Rapture to our fragile state of mind. A faith so compromised, we write our own prophetic verses; cryptic scratches in our journals— amounting ...

thieves driving big trucks This isn't really needed. Well-composed, and, although it was predictable, I enjoyed it. Not much to say here, so I'll leave it blank for now. If ...

We emerge from the seditary rain, shrieking laughter into the empty halls of bookcases, where echos are snitched in the middle of aisles, on the bottom of paper cups. Here ...

Well I've always said your descriptions are well, and here you tend to prove that again, which you did, quite well indeed. I don't quite envy the whole structure here ...

Yes, I'm back into writing poetry again - I've spent a long time reading other poetry, perfecting my style, and editing this poem. I hope it's better than my last ...

I used to think the only way that time flew was to throw my alarm out the window. On those cold and bitter nights I wake to find My soft ...

˜This dream is tailor made," you whisper beneath a brooding sky: weathered cornstalks set in contrast to the darker firmament. ˜Only for a moment," she tells you: trailing fingers tracing ...

I mock you! Watch me as I laugh! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Your insignificance repulses me! Ugh! You are ugly! Ah! You are dumb! Oh! You are laughable! I poke ...

This is really good, and i love it! I only think that this line: "Start with your cool lips lightly on my collarbone." seem to not really fit werll with ...

A moth in a deathtrap, He flutters in wheels of zeal with the priestess on her knees, in praises raised to what is real and who can feel and what ...

High heels and miniskirts Never were my style. As for eyeshadow and nailpolish I'll put them on once in awhile. But to put them on every school day Would be ...

Into the depths of deciet we venture, Not considering the consequences, The truth is what we desire, what we long for. The lies polute the air in this place, Each ...