Young Writers Society

All spells should be cast On the voices of women. This begins in that moment After the universe should have narrowed to a single shaft of light, Focused completely on ...

You walked in with your arm still in that milk chocolate sling and the stitches ripped out of your thumb like the bindings of the calender have been ripped out ...

OK...this poem I'm posting as two parts since they're both very confuzzling and would sound weird together. Edit: I'm having troubles with the second part so I'll post that later. ...

I'm not sure this is exactly "romantic" but I did my best! DINAH HAD BEEN watching them all night. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold back her fascination. It was ...

I open my eyesAnd look to the stars“Who am I?” I ask“But a jumble of scars.”Abuse and traumaA portrait of my lifeMy broken heart shatteredThis is my strifeI dread my ...

this is a poem I attempted to write, anyway. there is a message I want to get across but I just don't know how to do it. This burning sensation ...

This might be my new favorite of all your poems. Can I print this one off and put it on my locker too? some crit: here is where the words ...

you like to hide behind curtains of greasy spilt end hairs and watch the world through a filtered mask so nobody can laugh at your bruised face, or slash you ...

White fog. That is all I'm able to see is white fog. It's like the kind that comes from the bay every morning and fogs up my bedroom window; adding ...

lately i cant seem to conjure a smile my graphite finger slips over mailla pages staining them grey grey that refuses to smile eyes sparkle calling wayward travelers to the ...

buried under hours under stranger's kisses under the skin deep true loves i thought you were trapped in the past, a fly in the amber of summer yet memories of ...

wrong for me to think these thoughts, perhaps imagining you entwined with another man far too young to be thinking these thoughts certainly none of my business to have this ...

The flames were spreading All over the picket fence and touched the house It slid up the side and reached the tree above The tree was damp but still caught ...

his bed is next to his window because he put it there. *Not a really strong beginning, dear* late at night he will stay up till two in the morning ...

Blank page, open up, Swallow me whole. Drain the blood, From my lifeless body, Use me as ink. Form into words, And sentences, That make, At least, Some sense. And ...