Young Writers Society

The pew is hard To sit in, and I feel my Fingers trembling in the cold. And the words of St. Paul Echo through the steely microphone “Just as through ...

Being in love with you Is like yoga My mind So serene Floating in the heavens My eyes closed With visions of us Dancing upon the clouds Bathing in a ...

A crow blinked . Opals. Eyes snap shut in a white flash, Open. I am gone.

Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better On a Tuesday For it was an afternoon Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin Where the kisses are saved ...

It did not take much for them to abandon me. Just a shooting pain, tearing me away from the lights of my glory. I had been their star, the winner ...

"The View From My Window is of the Roof" 10/19/05 The view from my window is of the roof each tile uniform and gray. Sure, there is a window down ...

for years I've been crying into a pillow full of goosedown the mantra of ghostkisses and spiderflys gnashing at my head my only thoughts are missing you you're a truebluekid ...

Your name Will forever be for me Love, and pain And so many unfathomable emotions Tumbling together in a waterfall Forming an ocean that can never be crossed. It’s nights ...

In a world where these word Are just sounds Like a desperate plea From a woman Who had just lost her dignity. Who are they to judge? They rip the ...

Daydreams and distant memories Whisk my heart in light so sweet. Take me by the hand, Feel your toes in sun-kissed sand… Innocent and carefree, Thoughts swim into my head. ...

At first it's only one man. He is wearing a frown and Brown washes over the scene And there he holds a single Clarinet in his hands, though It's doubtful ...

Poem, a mear word, a fragmentation, Of the wonderful feeling, the sensation, Of writing thoughts, to share with others, To give to fathers, to give to mothers. Poem, a strong ...

"if I Died" If I died the kids that I sit with at lunch at school would say "That's that's too bad" and "awww" and "I never liked her anyway" ...

sakura And, Now Ladies and Gentelmen Death has come The Black Pariah of crackling ashes, rolling clouds of serpent dust The Hounds lick my feet and fingers edging me up ...

It's been a long, narrow pathway. I've had to drag colossal shadoes and gigantic blocks of tin. And they fade at times, (or am I going blind - T C ...