Young Writers Society

Note: This was written by me and Sam; so beware. my thoughts spill on the paper like the words from your lips they fill the page with black.....I have nothing ...

OK...this poem I'm posting as two parts since they're both very confuzzling and would sound weird together. Edit: I'm having troubles with the second part so I'll post that later. ...

I open my eyesAnd look to the stars“Who am I?” I ask“But a jumble of scars.”Abuse and traumaA portrait of my lifeMy broken heart shatteredThis is my strifeI dread my ...

this is a poem I attempted to write, anyway. there is a message I want to get across but I just don't know how to do it. This burning sensation ...

This might be my new favorite of all your poems. Can I print this one off and put it on my locker too? some crit: here is where the words ...

his bed is next to his window because he put it there. *Not a really strong beginning, dear* late at night he will stay up till two in the morning ...

This is a really stupid poem I just wrote about me...and my uncle. It's true. And I know it's stupid but, it's the only way I could put it. something ...

I thought this was really neat. It didn't really flow in my opinion and some of the lines that seemed as if they should be together were broken apart. I ...

All right, driving along, not a happy sky, rahter blah day...and this song "How Do You Get So Lonely" pops onto my I'm sad, thinking about my Wolfey, and this ...

well when i saw the title, i didnt know what to expect - i thought maybe i should ignore it and pass on or something... (as you may realise, i ...

the refreshing taste of nicotine smoke and orange juice at four in the morning the fabulous eeriness of late night/early morning children's tv and the first few beams of sunlight ...

A few thoughts on this poem. It's for my Dad's 49th birthday on Saturday. I like starting it in the middle of a thought, because that's how it came to ...

The City of Time Rusted bells clang together in bitter defeat The cold and desolate bell tower Rolling waves roar against the weeping docks Churning and coiling in the wrenching ...

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your eyes smile at me through a pixelated webcam. and that's all i know of your soft slim figure. it's amusing how a few lines in bold pink font from ...