Young Writers Society

the sirens are calling across the city you flash red and blue but it's the screaming and the blood that really betrays your presence walking casually across their hearts you ...

This is the new way of living. Trapped inside my overrated hometown. We live in a house where we make our own mustard and skateboard down abandoned avenues. up the ...

Crying alone, Always alone, Clasping my escape within my hands, Shaking so violently, but careful not to spill, One drop could mean I stay here in this hell, and it ...

Incredible. The poem itself is well written, but I think it's the meaning behind it that has me captured. I especially like the images of the blue sheets and journals ...

This is my last breath I shall take You shall never see me again I am letting go. Don't try to help me I am beyond help. I want to ...

its funny how we create such magnetism when we are standing still electronical pulses beating to the rhythm of a plug socket and dancing to airwaves and our memory is ...

If you read my blog, you'll kind of get what this is. Damn I hate long distance relationships sometimes. One more night of twitching anticipation, Telling myself that tonight (for ...

Hey...I'm new here. But I thought I'd give this a try and see what people thought. I think this might count as dramatic poetry but...ummm. Anyway here it is: Urge ...

You're right. Angsty poetry does get annoying after the zillionth suicide poem.

(First poem written in over 3 years. Took less than 10 minutes. No rewriting yet. Please help.) Breath in my ear On the back of my neck Slow, steady, rhythmic ...

NOTE: This poem is sort of just about those who comitted suicide and veterans. But I can't decide on a title. I asked God to start the world over just ...

Sometimes it’s hard just to look at you So if I smile quirkily, and I seem almost giddy it’s not the white-caramel cappuccino talking although that is what I’ll blame ...

NOTE: this poem sucks...i know. but a friend of my friend's hung himself in his back yard and i wrote this for him. strong critquing is needed...i would really love ...

you cup your hands when Mysteries rain down. let's play detective before they run away slipping through your fingers and giving way to gravity falling upon a cracked and chipped ...

Great. I love the tone especially.