Young Writers Society

Hellcat I'm a hellcat I write to little children letters about little Christmas angels run over by cars on highways I write about you and how some people would kill ...

Some people are so strange Some people are just derange But when I look at you I see right through me too So won't you take my hand? Or are ...

Some people are so strange Some people are just derange But when I look at you I see right through me too So won't you take my hand? Or are ...

This type of poem is called a Tanka. I just learned about it, and started working with it (format is 57577-syllables) The sound of the drums Echoes sweetly in my ...

When they said, I couldn't control my feelings, I said, "Watch me." I'm still going at it, Yes, even today. I still have such self-control, Such incredible self-discipline, It makes ...

I don’t want to be frank It’s not like me be blunt Not like me take stabbing attempts At wounded, young innocents But I’m tired And I’ve wasted grains of ...

Oh, mother, I am weeping Besides your doorway, Lips shaking silence Still I am keeping every secret scent away Into the deep corners of my room – The searches, things ...

Verses: Never have I felt so beautiful with you, never With you I feel so right, so pure in your sight Never have I felt so wonderful with you, never ...

It’s quite hilarious, is it not? That I, a mere stranger writes about you so I dare not mock But the deviousness of it all makes the giggles all the ...

ok this is just an attempt as I don't really write poetry but I thought I would put this in and see what happens, feel free to tell me to ...

You make me sick You make me sick And there's nothing more to say Why did anybody allow YOU to be my parent? A parent at all? Who the hell ...

Edited by the uberly awesome Calleeey! =3 Dance, american girl, dance on the crazy beat. Pour your soul out on the floor, and dance. Feel the power of the dj ...

Clean Room Blues i am all alone I sigh' clean rooms stink! i have no hiding places and it feels like its someone Else's room not mine superficial fake hotel ...

arched across the gallows pole the writing of my name, do not leave the ecstasy of what so long ago- Listen the pixies whisper words of warning to whoever wanders ...

I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime Licking cups, licking lips You may be older, but I’m Mature – I am star figurine of middle school I barely ...