Young Writers Society

I honestly don't know which poetry section this should fall into, so if you don't think it fits here, please just go wit it. Depth & Love, Respectively 6-28-05 The ...

Well...this is my first attempt at a rhyming poem. Very reminiscent of the population 10,000 town I used to live in. *** Welcome to Krapport, USA... where the tabby cat ...

I haven't posted anything poetrylike in along time but I just wrote I posted. enjoy. CL Holy Tithe I saw a man today with zippers on his shoes and platforms ...

don't you think that skateboards and three-chord riffs are a little overdone? as much as you hide behind gothic vestments and chains and wristbands there's only so much that you ...

So now I want to kill myself.

You left your jacket, Behind the leather armchair. Soft and black, worn with time. I wear it around the house, Burying my face in the collar Pretending you’re wrapped around ...

it's only because you glanced that cymbal that my heart keeps beating soundly with jammed wires and broken speakers i'm surprised you can hear me at all we don't turn ...

This is not fair. I don't see why I can never write like this...never. Sorry but no critiquing for this was great.

Watching sunlight through glasses of water In a still room that smells of basil And sand I can feel you thinking from over here Such heavy thoughts I look out ...

Cut yourself Starve yourself Claw out your eyes. You'll still be the same ugly girl you despise. You can't save yourself from the Lies lies lies. Listen to the voices ...

In a dream that I had It was just you and me It was dark all around And clouds filled the sky A light flashed above Then a crack split ...

A red balloon came drifting by, floating free through the saphire sky. The chickadees chirp, The turtledoves croon, "Where are you off to, red balloon?" East of the sun and ...

And all I wanted was the simple thingsA simple kind of lifeAnd all I needed was a simple manSo I could be a wife sitting for exams is one of ...

Lately its felt like theres something wrong with this family. Theres this presaure that centers around you. It causes everything that was good be lost for ever but to resurface ...

I am writing this for a poetry contest so I really need good/harsh critque on it, thank you!! I am an ever changing metaphor living in a web of lies ...