Young Writers Society

blood spreads across the linoleum and i fight to find tears the stains in the satin are showing in your face. your closed-eyes say, "it is finised." i loved you ...

Tagging in the District. Waiting for assistance. Police Cars in the Distance. Tagging in the District. It me first attempt don't laugh

Hey this is Just a stupid poem There once was a girl called Louisa, Who was definitely not out to please ya, She'd give you a hug, Then out come ...

written for my boyfriend who lives, works and goes to school in London. this goes out to all that were affect by the bombings there, and to all that are ...

Why does it always seem to be that way? You come up and I start to sway. I look in your eyes, my own mingled in hate. But I can't ...

Please be mindful that "Lyric Poetry" does not necessarily mean Lyrics. With that in mind, this is not the forum for songs. "Lyric poetry expresses the wishes, the hopes, the ...

It’s the rainsong Pelting on my head That shocks me out of Delusion And back into the pisspoor Mood that choked me All afternoon Didn’t I make it clear enough? ...

For the record, this is in the pop/rock/punk genre-sort of a mix of all of them. Feeling you vs. 1 Hey, you make me crazy you give me a smile ...

Look me in the eyes and say what you've got to say. When I see into your soul it makes you nervous and you don't look my way. I smile ...

This poem still scares me because it's so deep... Chorus: I just forget myself when I'm up here with you. No matter what I planned before it, I just can't ...

samthenthulus neblustarvegakr to Sammy A. Textbooks made out of five endangered Sequoias and emo tartans run down Your skin Crossroads and tupac danced Rhythmandblues: a cat stevens mirrored life Tech

my sushi blueboy to Sean C. when i think of you. i think of you in shades of pink and blue. electricblueblondeboy full of waterwishes and half cocked smiles (similes) ...

what do you call it when another guy's arm is hugging you close, under a single umbrella, when it's pouring down? and you love the rain so you try to ...

silk of different pastels hooks its sharp, roughly-cut edges into my eyes, plunging down to my irritated, scarlet core. plates of exotic entrees and arms around shoulders and bright wooden ...

A'ight! This goes to kinda' a hip-hop beat. I've been debating for a few days over if I should post this or not. After much deliberation (and against my better ...