Young Writers Society

please, take out my heart, and replace it with an empty chest cavity. i would rather not feel anything at all, than torment of a heartless lust. like skeleton fingers, ...

out of neuralgia's dark hotness (sweating and retching), darling i demur all night, except at your contigent contours. i smoulder and smudge tears into blood. were your soporific stories only ...

PaydayPayday comes around againBut Only Once a weekI'm sitting staring thinkingWhys the world so bleakPayday comes around againOnly the Sixty quidThe bank just ate my credit cardI think i'll make ...

Running I'm running from the pain, The pain that's deep inside. Sitting in the rain, Tears running from my eyes. Your words hurt me more, Than your burdensome trust. I ...

My first poetry post on this site...let me know what you think. These minutes that amble by slowly Give me leisure to do the same As I daydream of your ...

When Time Passes with Quiet Feet When time passes with quiet feet, And the marrow of the earth, Calls out its dismal retreat, And returns to dust in marching beat, ...

I'm a seascape you painted Look closely, amid the blues and greens You'll see a part of your soul, lost in the waves Yet you've put me aside, lost and ...

Turn Out the Lights Turn out the lights. Please. I can’t see the stars. I miss the stars. I can’t remember the patterns, the beauty, the glow. But, I know ...

Inspiration! 9-21-05 Possibilities blossom, curling roots extend lightning zings as my mind sings everywhere and everyone will hear this call. Heaven is this manic excitement, while my future is huggi

It’s dusk and the leaves are still falling from the sky The wind was rough today, bent trees swaying to commands It’s cold out I take in those sharp and ...

Okay, I'm really (REALLY) bad at poetry, but I just thought of this in my head (changed it a bit) and put it on the computer. It is the way ...

NOTE: I'm not really good at poetry, story-writing is more of my thing...but this was just swimming around in my head the other day...and i know its not good...suggestions are ...

I'm not exactly sure where this should go as it seems it could fit under dramatic poetry also. And it's probably a bad poem to use for my YWS debut ...

Looking back now I can see you and me, How wild and free we were, Just thinking about how we use to runaway, Put’s me back on this high that ...

Last night: a palm of crushed-up Prozac and a throat heated by tea. This afternoon: a black folder polluted with words staining stanzas. You’re the maestro, as you pluck away ...