Young Writers Society

I've seen her only in chosen times.But every time i found myself wondering forward into their eyes.I've only talk to her in awkward silences.Which kept my heart beating with violence.And ...

The storm is wicked. Half-drenched in underage champagne, I stare as God’s woody fingers swirl and spin in a world of majestic half-truths. Full-blown masts sweep me away, a magic ...

Posted this one on TSR but I figured I might as well re-post it over here. ** West Point Fairy Tale Stop that-- I can't breathe when you're looking at ...

Slipping past a metal fence,And into the future – The pain of being loved, Like true love: the synapse-shaking, Lip-burning type that compacts your Lungs into playthings at three in ...

and it was sweet perfection, a collection of simple memories. Don’t you remember? together among miles of emerald grass, the popsicle juice spilling down your chin, our endless games of ...

I'll breathe before I run again. Lure me in before I wake up and this moment's just a passing dream. Your eyes call me, make me long for more. Are ...

Sweet sisters’ mine, here now forever more. after a lifetime of separation— of ignorant incompletion— I am fulfilled. Heart, is alternately light and heavy. I am torn— twixt two families, ...

Blood splatters on the window sill, I stand, poised, tip-toed and tasting the flammable air. Wallpaper adorned with flags and the thought of united we fall, it slips down the ...

You know the subject. RETURN It wasn't as if you left your house in order: hell in a handcart would be more appropriate, holding your headache in your hands through ...

Depression weighs heavily, Soaking the exam papers— I’m already drowning in— And the ink trails down my face, The dark veins of my soul Eyes droop wearily, And I squint ...

Welcome to the evermore pool Opulent and crystalline, you drip Sweet stillness on sour minds. Echoes of souls within Its cryptic depths – locked Water-tight clandestine Fingers golden in the ...

battered shins and you with your John Lennon glasses (pick between your teeth.) a phonographic needle of the brain bop shu bop bop. and me Miss Mercy Blue Eyes, cold ...

Breathing the Green Girl I am a cactus girl of spikes and spines and wooden needle spokes. (venus rising—odysseus waning) como agua para agave. Saguaro with pot-smack holes, a nest ...

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 ...