Young Writers Society

I just had to write about this. I don't care if you like it or not, I dont' care if I spelt "amazed" wrong. I just don't care. I just ...

Thinking of you makes no sense, It's like waiting for rain in a drought, I can feel you coming closer, But then pass by so quickly. I can't end something, ...

You find the defects in others But can’t see the ones in yourself You try to make others think like you And only seem to make them angry You should ...

starstruck lovers in comets of beauty collide and explode and the rest of society is left to pick up the mangled pieces of broken hearts and stolen kisses. love is ...

I was having a writer's block on a story I was currently writing so I started doodling this piece of pathetic poetry on my notepad. Comments much appreciated. Carrying the ...

once again I'm praying to you and i promised to stay away but the pain is unbearable and the origin unknown. once again i'm thinking of the past and what ...

but i was high on air. my mind had slackened and i could do no more than watch the clock. and i saw your face in colour, behind the dartlike, ...

i would love to have something beautiful to tell you, something that would make your eyes shine from the inside and not just because the matches are setting them alight ...

i can only watch you so long before i need to know what's going on because misty-eyes are so overdone especially by young boys and their young hearts just a ...

Ooh, I like it. Especially the last two lines.

Very cool. Except for the first two lines: not working. Change 'em or get rid of 'em.

A Morning Poem of Peace 7-16-05 The dawn reappears the light waves retain their dignity, as they lasertocrystal dance about us, The warmth is felt again, The dew that is ...

Enjoy. Reflection Isn't Enough Somewhere beyond healthy psychosis, and lost points of view, someone laughs like they got the best of me. Alone and drinking with split personalities, all of ...

Me-You Night angels 7-17-05 Night angels, looming on the edge of their dreamland, stand facing into the crystal full moon, exhale the softly-perfumed dew, pound their feet in nervous anticipation, ...

Critize freely. This poem is free style. Lol This is the first and last poem I write before I go to Switzerland. After this, I am off the English. This ...