Young Writers Society

The Italian dining and teddy bears They were all a lie: your spell on me Or were they the truth that never spoke Mystery boy, I hate it when you ...

This was first lenghty poem ever, I am very proud of this piece. I hope you guys like it. I'm not sure if it will format the same way on ...

I really don't like the ending last two lines, so I'd like some feedback on how to make atleast those better. cheers CL Muse Muse Circle v.2 roving touches faint ...

DarkHeart the one that knows my darkerside caged and calloused through time the one that follows me with eyes filled with hopeful tears of glass the one that holds me ...

Funny how some dreams come true, What matters is that they do- Funny how I feel for you, When I look into your eyes... I'm stepping out, Into a brand ...

one of my best friends is moving to San Francisco on the 10th, this was inspired by what we've shared. ...

There is a ghost on my back following me watching my every move forceing me to rember my wors memories. ...

sprinkles of saturday rain slip down onto our shoulders like pricks of mots Parisien. thickly muscled yells cut through the ...

Read DQ's "End of all Hope, Beginning of Eternal Sadness," before this, if you haven't already. I kind of just ...

i wrote this when i was really, really depressed...... End of all Hope, Beginning of Eternal Sadness He tries to ...

Dreaming of something more appropriate Like Van Gogh’s Starry Night or Proserpine’s Garden Than Mimicking Diego Rivera in Times Square ...

City lit by firefliesLightning bugs of commerceFloating along the sky line It’s a city full of sparkling lights That inhabits ...

C’est un jour de petites merveilles [This is a day of little wonders] A Cigarettes burning at both ends kind ...

Paris is une vest l'égère which is silkypurple, chocolatebrown, creamybrick. laughing with a synthetique blonde flirt just makes me want ...

flood, selfish thoughts and wishes, just a flash of name gives desire. attach perverted thoughts for such a small infatuation. ...