Young Writers Society

I look at her and stare; deep into her eyes Eyes, deep and thoughtful like deep, brown tidal pools they peirce into my soul and reveal my iniquities And try ...

~*~ Second Chances ~*~ Lacking the will to maintain the pain Of loneliness, amorphous memories remain Of never tasting the decadence the elixir of love contains So I'll chance you ...

I guess I came up with this one after meeting those seemingly flawless women who tear down everyone else because that image is all they've got..... ~*~ Barbie Girl ~*~ ...

This is about the simplest poem in my whole book, but hey! I like it... ~*~ 13 ~*~ Today I wanna feel 13 again After the questions but before the ...

I've never really written poetry before, I tried my hand at it in year 8, everyone thought it wasnt mine and put me down for it. Ive never written since. ...

Sick Day 3-3-06 Sometimes, I celebrated so long, called to the heavens so loudly, and danced so ferociously that I thought the echoes could never die. But now the echo ...

Wiil I be good enough ? I wonder every day. Could my life be perfect, as I wish it could? Would I get up one day, and hear myself say, ...

I wrote this last year, but I thought I'd post it to give everyone an idea of what kind of poet I am. Critque is welcome and appricated. Cold I ...

There is a treasure, Such as no other. With something inside That cannot be measured... Emralds of Chance, Garnets of honesty. Diamonds and Rubies, And pearls and Amethysts. Gold of ...

Bloodshot eyes cracking open, From severe lack of sleep, I cannot think for the life of me, And I may be in too deep. How I'm staying awake to write ...

Time is ticking away; I watch as you pull out and drive away I’ve begged for you not to leave, but you did anyway. Please don’t go! I need you ...

This is for The Black Rose Like Romeo and Juliet, Theirs is a window of love, Which has been torn asunder By hands which cause only Pain, suffering and depression. ...

The suicide speaks My time is comming... I can't take it anymore! The pain, the mysery, the agony the lonelyness My time is now... Don't tell me your sorry It's ...

EDIT II: Happy now Bob? Take this for what you will, about your siggy, the only reason I watch Idol is for Simon... Note: I need some major help on ...

My grandfather isn't doing very well right now, and it's hit harder than I expected it to. This poem isn't working out; I wanted to convey exactly how much I ...