Young Writers Society

the city has lost a certain hold inside it feels so worn being chained to this life i've been around and seen one hundred scenes where those who dare to ...

The dry night air bursts in my mouth, awakening a thirst in me, only to be overpowered by the assimilated guitar chords reminiscent of last Christmas. Tonight as I walk, ...

Who's going to pay for all my anxious lies and my time-wasting words that litter every cell around me? I pushed it all away, I flicked the rope from the ...

& it all simply fell apart. (Let's just put it back together), Easily you broke my heart. (I can forgive you), Your lips are full of lovely lies. (Yet I ...

The strange logic in your clumsiest line stayed emblazoned on my mind break up the family and lets begin to live our lives I went to see all my friends ...

I know this is probably a terrible and cliche poem, but I was convinced to post it and at least get some feedback. No more tears for the thirsty, longing ...

Pretty a-typical for me, but I liked it. I've been on kind of an Eden kick lately. *~* Betwixt the perfect rows of ripe fruit trees God's first Children in ...

Here's a short poem. I titled it "Hope and Despair," and it's sort of about feeling defeated and alone. Let me know what you think. Hope, so evasive and fleeting ...

I haven't decided to go with verse A or B, so I put both. Sorry for the repetion. Please tell me what you think. Dishonest, Content I lie to live. ...

bouts pour le petit mort the best kept secrets are unkempt, unkept, and unwept: lullabies lukewarm deep in denim jeans – the best laid plans of mice and men are ...

time stings on as my eyes form a feathery irritation. today (how long ago) hailed of pretentious conversations, fake segregations and neon alterations. yellow eyes remind me of a summer ...

Petrified. Those lids refuse to close Perhaps, they will cease to open once more? I’m I beholding my final scenery of life? Soon to become another haunting memory floating between ...

It’s a double-shot espresso at midnight Where you filter my dreams into Have-beens and maybe-nots And I feel so alone It makes me shiver upanddown my spine The lone lines ...

she shushes in the dark shutting my mouth with a sweet cinnamon caress Rebel Rebel I want to whisper but she stops me at a glance in this sweet hot ...

Inspired by reading 'The Lost Years of Merlin Books' by T.A. Barron, specfically by the part when Merlin is on the stair going to the underworld and questioning everything. Mist ...