Young Writers Society

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 ...

Out of all the girls here, you seem to like me, I knew you always did, And you knew I did too. Both of us were difficult. And both of ...

Why can’t we spend sentimental summers, Surfing and smiling and enjoying life? Lying in the sand, the sea running through our fingers, And the strum, strum, strumming of your guitar. ...

Please stop being like this, Please stop fucking up my head. Please return my messages, I’m too easy to confuse. Don’t avoid me in corridors, Don’t turn away when I ...

This is a really stupid poem I just wrote about me...and my uncle. It's true. And I know it's stupid but, it's the only way I could put it. something ...

I thought this was really neat. It didn't really flow in my opinion and some of the lines that seemed as if they should be together were broken apart. I ...