Young Writers Society

My last poem wasn't greatly received, so here goes. Take away my freedom Lock me in a box Keep me against my will With a thousand locks Do you even ...

It sits there like a photograph, a still life painted in the corners of my mind. Leaning closer, I brush aside the cobwebs and taste the colours on my fingertips; ...

I walk alone. My existence-- Means nothing. My very human, Has been forgotten, My utter existence, Doesn't count anymore. When they go counting, They exclude me. I don't amount, So ...

And I was just wondering-- Where have you gone? It was just the other day, It was you I relied on. But now, you've gone, And I don't understand. Now ...

I just wanna get by but I have dreams higher than the sky I feel I can be me anything I want to be but its everything 'round me that ...

I was in a club, the music was loud,When this girl stood out from the crowd.She had one leg and soft red hair,They called her Jilly, the nymphomanic leper.She grooved ...

Mum, I've made a big mistake,I've took on more than I can take,I've scrapped my plans,Failed my exams,I can't see my future anymore.Mum, I've forgotten how to hope,I'm drinking loads ...

He swigs on his can, watching out for the Merc, Another client telling his wife he's been held back at work. His spouce sits legs crossed, in PVC boots, Needing ...

Quiet Obsession Kyle Pate For Lauren Mannis The bridges we cross the roads we take. The cliché names we give our fate. Things I think about in the shower. And ...

There was talk of connection, There were bowed heads and sighs. There was talk of deception, Yet I could see through the lies. There was talk of abduction, There were ...

Burning and scorching me, My skin is etching away, Permanent scars and bruises will forever remain, I try to prevent the flames, But they continue to keep spreading, Fire is ...

These are my feelings. That is my answer. Please no harsh dealings. Don't spear like a lancer. I have my heart for you. I trust you above all. No more ...

It s like a morning with no sun, Like a bank containing no money, A millionaire living in poverty. Or like a book enclosing no pages, It s a like ...

Elegant. you called me that day you said I smelled like silk does silk smell? wafting at you as you walk d'you inhale and think mmmmm silk. Like others sniff ...

How Come? A Song of a Black Boy in 1953 How come my skin is brown? And how come his is white? How come of I disrespect him, He wants ...