Young Writers Society

An Ending The solitary man. At the top of the cliff. Looked about. At All the beauty. And Wondered why a world so Beautiful, could have So much sadness. The ...

I loved it all... But honestly. Was that take your pants off thing really nessisary. I mean you go from kissing to pants... well, it happens I guess. So forget ...

you lie in bed and encourage your eyes to surround yourself with infatuation and glass dolls, broken yet infinitely see-through. you scrawl novels onto the ceiling until your fingernails cry ...

how come you're posting so much, aren't you in russia passing out over 200 proof vodka or something? regardless, this was a scathing and amusing piece of charictarization. I guess ...

A Buzzing Light 7-26-05 The northern light seizes, shudders, new doorbell tinkling pain, new awfulness, new skies exist... At this stage in life, you can’t care what anyone thinks, yet ...

you came like lightning and thunder flash bang into my life beautifulwilddangerous a furious cloud cutting through the darkness with raw passion rip it up the first time you look ...

I've been looking at this poem for about an hour wondering what I can actually comment on. The way you use words is almost mesmeric and I have absolutely no ...

Cemetery Heart Opening the gateway to buried mortality. A landscape of serenity, freedom from agony. Our despair and misery now remain deceased, Living souls awaiting death to bring us peace. ...

The Happiest Days of my LifeFeet sticking out round every cornerShrewd comments from behind every doorName calling on the way to EnglishAs they walk behind, need I say more?These are ...

Hehe. To me, it pretty much was just a load of pants up until the last line: 'you see, the truth is, I don't have a basement or clay jars ...

beautiful guitars and mesmeric music taught you the ninetyseventytwo style, and since you could only afford unlicensed radio time you refused to cut your hair and a lovechild was born ...

already your face has become blurred. a static image, faltering in my minds eye. even as i write this, the shape of your mouth is fading from my mind. but ...

7-19-05 I’d like to see you, sprawled out, splayed naked beneath the remorseless summer sun to feel you, breathing with pillows of bitter softness, and long-dried tears... The things that’ve ...

Hmm. Dark, but I like it. *laughs* I'm horrible at critiquing poetry. There's something about the last few lines though. I don't think it works for me. I don't know ...

i would never admit to anyone but coffee stained notebooks and the anonymous white screen that i think of you. sometimes i try and hide it even from myself. if ...