Young Writers Society

my sushi blueboy to Sean C. when i think of you. i think of you in shades of pink and blue. electricblueblondeboy full of waterwishes and half cocked smiles (similes) ...

what do you call it when another guy's arm is hugging you close, under a single umbrella, when it's pouring down? and you love the rain so you try to ...

silk of different pastels hooks its sharp, roughly-cut edges into my eyes, plunging down to my irritated, scarlet core. plates of exotic entrees and arms around shoulders and bright wooden ...

A'ight! This goes to kinda' a hip-hop beat. I've been debating for a few days over if I should post this or not. After much deliberation (and against my better ...

I honestly don't know which poetry section this should fall into, so if you don't think it fits here, please just go wit it. Depth & Love, Respectively 6-28-05 The ...

And all I wanted was the simple thingsA simple kind of lifeAnd all I needed was a simple manSo I could be a wife sitting for exams is one of ...

Far too long I lived a lie Believing in whatever was served to me Denying what I pleased Now, I know the truth within me And I know what's behind ...

Beauty is seen on hearts of red You are my queen of hearts as said. My dear princess, I am your slave. For king as I, bow till my grave. ...

Magnificent sea, great and vast in size, you are there as I open my eyes. Each time I ride your waters, memories fill my cup. Though my wife was taken ...

i was reading oscar wilde on the bus. i got off at the station amidst conventional stares of sunscreen, water bottles and ponytails. i didn't care. i opened oscar wilde ...

I wish that I could look into your mind, Just so I can see how many times I cross it, Before you came along I had one, But I met ...

she's the one they stare at with her "i love billy corgan" satchel bag and the blondedyedreddyedbrowndyedblonde hair sitting on her shoulders. the colourful bracelets on her wrist, the long ...

A CORRUPT LAND In the midst of corruption, Where there seems to be no perfection, Where the rich rule the poor, And the hungry feed on oppression. What shall they ...

*smacks head against wall* Okay, I SUCK at poetry, but I couldn't think of anything prose-y to do for my dad on Father's Day. Will you guys do me a ...

i've never seen a baby photo of you. it may seem crazy but your mum never got out the old, dusty maroon album and sat me down on the couch ...