Young Writers Society

Many times I have watched those graceful hands The purest white I’ve yet to find again Nothing can compare within this mortal land And by my side I wish them ...

Nothing can comprehend, The pain they must feel, All they ever had, Washed away. God’s power ruining their lives, Whatever did they do wrong? Honest people fighting to keep alive, ...

I fall in love too fast it’s a scientific fact that my heart falls into my chest when I see her walk by. The circles of her hips creates an ...

Love for sake of love? Perhaps. Do not look upon my sad and miserable heart do not look with pity for the within the blackness there holds a bit of ...

I traveled down the interstellar highway I wanted to see you on the other side. You with hips like planets, and eyes like starstuff radiant in aurora fire Solarflares of ...

One day I counted you friend The next you were my foe All because of a few words Cool stares in my direction Cruel words behind my back I better ...

We are total opposites, Nothing do we share, So why is it that.. In my dreams last night, You were suddenly there? I tell myself I’m crazy, That an “us” ...

I walk down the Hall Of one hundred mirrors. In each one I see a different face staring back at me even though they're all the same In one,who I ...

I wasnt sure where to put this one, but being sick of putting stuff in "Other" I posted it here. It doesnt actually have a title. I cant think of ...

-Some body congratulate me on my longest poem yet!- How can she sit there laughing, at the TV screen? While I sit here crying, slowly dying. Wondering if I’ll ever ...

Change is Necessary. I cannot control your role in life, And so I must despise, The way that you have chosen. I see it in your eyes. Everytime we are ...

Lost in my thoughts, Fighting, searching. Long have I sought, for a way of loving. No matter how I try, No matter what I do. I cannot seem to find, ...

They look into my eyes, But they don’t understand why I lie, The twisted sea swirling inside of me, How I wished they understood me. Been to so many therapists ...

To every story, There is a dark side of the light, Seeping walls of secrets, Unknown ends. The notion in my head, Spinning me round, I believed if I walked ...

babygirl she was reading a poem about a girl who got her cherry popped thinking about perverted things but mostly sadness and the size of her thighs she was waiting ...