Young Writers Society

you can do better than this, brad. maybe if you wrote about something other than slitting your wrists for a change..

i started crying "one, swallow water, two, swallow water." i could maybe do twenty-eight or more in a minute then eject it. it's all for practise and if black hangs ...

I don't know where this should have gone, and Dramatic Poetry felt the best; if you disagree, just go wit it please. Thanks God’s Night-Time Moon Jingle 6-28-05 Falling through ...

I haven't posted anything poetrylike in along time but I just wrote I posted. enjoy. CL Holy Tithe I saw a man today with zippers on his shoes and platforms ...

don't you think that skateboards and three-chord riffs are a little overdone? as much as you hide behind gothic vestments and chains and wristbands there's only so much that you ...

So now I want to kill myself.

it's only because you glanced that cymbal that my heart keeps beating soundly with jammed wires and broken speakers i'm surprised you can hear me at all we don't turn ...

This is not fair. I don't see why I can never write like this...never. Sorry but no critiquing for this was great.

Cut yourself Starve yourself Claw out your eyes. You'll still be the same ugly girl you despise. You can't save yourself from the Lies lies lies. Listen to the voices ...

Lately its felt like theres something wrong with this family. Theres this presaure that centers around you. It causes everything that was good be lost for ever but to resurface ...

I am writing this for a poetry contest so I really need good/harsh critque on it, thank you!! I am an ever changing metaphor living in a web of lies ...

i remember summer days lying by the pool on psychedelic towels, talking to my auntie about popularity and how it was the same when she was at school. unveiled pretentiousness ...

"The First Kiss...Again" This first kiss, so different from the last; Full of passion and hungry for pleasure The first one was different But this one was grand Eyes closed ...

ps. sorry, but I wanted to retain my indents, and since somebody forgot to leave us that option :eyes narrow: I put in Code. hee.

Once I thought thy face was finest, when my lips touched yours palest. To be kissed by either god or saint; is to perish, for this heart is faint. You ...