Young Writers Society

An adventure, of sorts.

My heart yearned for this woman, apple of my eye, hoping I'd be the right guy.

Smoking is in all sense bad for the health, but we do it anyway, for certain reasons others would never understand.

I thought I'd make the most of being bipolar and put ecstatic joy and tear-jerking sadness to good use.

It is my first poem and I've written it after being inspired from the poem "Lights Out" by Edward Thomas.I hope, I have composed something good.

I put hardly any thought into this but I hope it is very swell

A poem I wrote to describe someone. It's a little rough around the edges. But I hope you like it!

A different view of what many consider "the end." It's a paragraphical, literal poem - an anthem, really. Hopefully you'll enjoy it.

This is a huge satire. A gigantic one, about writers block and how poets are turning unoriginal.

I just want to feel like I'm important, too. Aren't I?

If music could dance. If music could quake. My heart's a tattered whirlpool... The music is caging me.

WARNING: Contains imagery overload and possible brain-combustion. Rambles on about the enigma that is language, words and just about everything.

A free verse about how criticism can affect us.

Just a poem I worked up while I was supposed to be doing schoolwork. :D Please read and review!

What my life has been like for the past years,Lord have mercy!