Young Writers Society

What good is a kiss on broken lips? Everything we've done and everything to come. I try to forgive you but how can i? your kisses mean nothing and you ...

I've been given 100 years To live to the fullest extent Ten thousand moments to lead Countless hours to let. With every puff of lethal smoke I'll subtract an hour, ...

Oh Artist Paint me a picture, oh artist With your all-seeing eyes Nimble fingers so wise Paint me a picture On this aging blank canvas Give it a life Breathe ...

I am whole. The guiding palm of the Ultimate Reality has unclenched my hesitant eyes and released me into a world of pure clarity. The warmth of It's knowledge resonates ...

My eyes well up, I gasp and I choke. I can't even remember the last time we spoke. It's what you wanted, peaceful, I know, I still wish it wasn't ...

You are one of those masquerade men who hide behind their own faces with glittered feathers and sunglasses. Attracting people with false whim and humor so phony I can’t help ...

I don't understand this; Please explain, Why you must put me, Through all this pain. All I want to do, Is talk to you, But how can I? You won't ...

Dedicated to Alex, Colton, and Greg, who, once again, didn't invite me to the movies because they're stupid, iggnorant, and grudgy. Hope your period gets off soon so we can ...

down on the streets there's dirt the lords with there feet so hurt but who are the true scum well i believe we are the true bum for not helping ...

Nov 27 I cant fall into the pit, of broken lies, if you can't trust I can't trust, I will flee from all of you, you know when i fall ...

k so i dont usually post my stuff places but decided to try and see She has so much, But left with so little, Crying out for help, And wanting ...

Amazing thing evolution: Man may now walk upright, But he still speaks like a Fucking Neanderthal. I know, this was sort of pointless...

our silhouettes could guide us, all on their own, beneath the lights. as we walk side by side, hand in hand, there's no one outside here to trust, since we'd ...

this is the, hmm let's see how many allusions I can put in one poem. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Ciao CL. vermillion corset feather firebrand this is the end ...

For Dusky inspired by and dedicated to my amazing sister Struggling through quicksand, failing to stem the tears you’ve cried, trying to take off when gravity feels like it’s multiplied. ...