Young Writers Society

Miasma I think: this mire is only made for one— for me, for blood that pulses through my limbs. I watch the fog that leaves all hope undone, and cry, ...

Paw-Paw Picking For Jamie Next to my pillowed head, your hair tousled, images of bramble bird nest. You never slept straight, your long limbs tossed about and bent weirdly and ...

If the angels handed out feathers of hope before I never received them until they gave me you. I was lost in nothingness, drinking Wine Coolers Wishing I couldn’t only ...

First poem I've posted for ages.. please be honest with me, or I won't improve. Oh, and please say if there's anything I can do to the ending. I'm not ...

Some people ignore the obvious When will they understand Some people believe in destiny When the future is right there in their hand And when the rain falls And everything ...

I'd like to be crude, play nasty, bend the rules, in short my dear fellow, i want to be you. can i crawl into your single-breasted waistcoat and your leather ...

I am a slave In the ocean's power For one good wave, I'll work for an hour Just a ittle tidbit. And I really was surfing,like, half an hour ago.

Dark demonic descriptions left lying on the page Honestly, you want to read it? Nostalgic nothingness, cryptic conversations The kind that no one ever understands And why should they? The ...

easter but when I added the salt, I thought "my first boiled egg at home alone" and knew it might not be alright perhaps I'll burn my fingers; just so ...

Ok. This one's a bit abstract. If any of you have listened to the band TOOL then you'll surely know what this is about. If you haven't I strongly recomend ...

Certain things will often leave me, Things that I can only hope to see, in a glimpse of light. They conspire with dark shadowed things, And glisten on the small ...

To say goodbye is hard but it's harder to not. And what stopped me? I forgot. I missed my chance, more so I miss you. I didn't say goodbye now ...

The swans pass by as a symbol of our love, the clouds they part, hope from above. Upon the soft earth, water twinkling at our feet, the flowers blossoming, smelling ...

What good is a kiss on broken lips? Everything we've done and everything to come. I try to forgive you but how can i? your kisses mean nothing and you ...

I've been given 100 years To live to the fullest extent Ten thousand moments to lead Countless hours to let. With every puff of lethal smoke I'll subtract an hour, ...