Young Writers Society

I'm not sure if this is lyrics or poetry. how many times do i have to fall before she realises ...

I wrote this in the 4th grade like a long time ago..wanted to post a poem so.... Garfield is my ...

This is a bunch of random ramblings, so feel free to tear it apart We were always friends and will ...

The clouds are dark and the rain falls black as the crow sings a song of death my hope is ...

Each time you hurt me, You riped my heart away piece by piece, Soon there was nothing left to rip ...

In the city of Atlanta, The simplest game of hide-and-seek, Turns into murder He asphyxiates underground, He’s an unsolved mystery ...

:dies: i almost did cry...

wow. neuf like pont neuf (meaning new but i guess in this case new and nine mean the same thing). ...

You send me snippets of little books of poetry oozing from that brilliant blue mind of yours words beyond their ...

I'm sitting in class Writing this down Waiting for Seth To start his presentation. He's handed out papers And is ...

The Boy and The BridgeEach year when October gusts against the windowpaneThe boy balances on the bridgeAloneHe is waiting for ...

This was not meant to be a poem...but if you must you may tear it apart all you like (go ...

slow days inch along toward the lazy hazy tumbling days of summer stare out the window at rain hitting the ...

does it matter if i cry in the moonlight or draw star-spangled rainbows with my fingers or pick up half-empty ...

Four years old Standing on the cliff edge Jumping off Wanting to fly And to fly forever and a day ...