Young Writers Society

walking on red, stained snow others walk on gritty pavement i try to though i fall through the cracks and my screams are the faintest, most pitiful fingerprints on the ...

NOTE: This is a very old poem. Perhaps, one of the first I ever wrote... Our dreams are the things That only we can see Only in our minds, Do ...

Sunset settling on the clouds, Of sadistic lies, The drum beat accompanying, My tears as they bleed. Pieces of me falling apart, The words you used to glue me together, ...

The night dissolves beneath me, I awake to the atmosphere of war, The house shaking, Beneath the rumble of the planes. Voices rise between my family, Tears adorned with fear, ...

yes, total stranger, i resorted to attempting telepathy two nights ago, when the silence was cutting, unforgiving, threatening to plunge my mind into insanity before long. so i thought, a ...

Hours of watching you, Like I used to, Yet this time, You didn't watch me back. Minuets passed and courage grew, One word to you is all I need, Just ...

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A little iffy about the title still...Any advice/comments would be appreciated. It’s not enough, never enough To wonder at the sun, I want to feel the heat, Anything to feel ...

So here we are, Time has passed, And the promises have been broken, I remain the hostage of your past. I can no longer last, with these emotions inside of ...

This is all one poem, I'm not posting 9 at once. i had I LOVE YOU scratched i had I LOVE YOU scratched across my throat in black ballpoint and ...

Tears and sweat I don't know when yet. Questions need answering answers need questioning. I don't know whats happening. I bow like a sapling. This is not the me that ...

Another day rising to its end, The bus journey home confronts me, Screaming kids and splitting headaches, Goodbye for another night. The questions in my heart riding to my confusion, ...

Closing chapters of my life, trying not to look back as I loosen my grip on childish fantasies, now phantoms. The fog clears and i see what was really there ...

Watching her hands, I think if I have only one regret (I don’t think I could handle more) let it be that I didn’t learn how to make magic, make ...

Do you remember when we used to play limbs intertwined one person two heads? How about the coppery taste of blood As I pulled your first Tooth? A callous sacrifice ...