Young Writers Society

Who's going to pay for all my anxious lies and my time-wasting words that litter every cell around me? I pushed it all away, I flicked the rope from the ...

& it all simply fell apart. (Let's just put it back together), Easily you broke my heart. (I can forgive you), Your lips are full of lovely lies. (Yet I ...

The strange logic in your clumsiest line stayed emblazoned on my mind break up the family and lets begin to live our lives I went to see all my friends ...

I know this is probably a terrible and cliche poem, but I was convinced to post it and at least get some feedback. No more tears for the thirsty, longing ...

Pretty a-typical for me, but I liked it. I've been on kind of an Eden kick lately. *~* Betwixt the perfect rows of ripe fruit trees God's first Children in ...

Here's a short poem. I titled it "Hope and Despair," and it's sort of about feeling defeated and alone. Let me know what you think. Hope, so evasive and fleeting ...

Night calls the living thoughts Day remembers them with fuzzy detail. Connected paths mix with within Falling situations make their place. The thought The mood The passing Become a single ...

That both shocked and made me want a muffin so badly. NEVER SCARE ME AGAIN! Bravo!

My little boy blue My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered, and broken and blue. and I understand now the insanity of love and why the scars ...

I was flicking through an old book The other day and came across A postcard. Just a simple postcard. But withered, and old, Yellow, tea-stained And dirty. But under the ...

Ah, the inspiration of bad news. Enjoy I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter Its always more dramatic if I lie on the floor, looking up at the separatist light. ...

I haven't decided to go with verse A or B, so I put both. Sorry for the repetion. Please tell me what you think. Dishonest, Content I lie to live. ...

* Waiting for gold to fall in your lap rather than creating rainbows for yourself and hiding the treasure somewhere special. ** How many times do you need to make ...

An Ending The solitary man. At the top of the cliff. Looked about. At All the beauty. And Wondered why a world so Beautiful, could have So much sadness. The ...

bouts pour le petit mort the best kept secrets are unkempt, unkept, and unwept: lullabies lukewarm deep in denim jeans – the best laid plans of mice and men are ...