Young Writers Society

This is in the same vein as my other poem, Gaol, though hopefully this one will get more feedback! I'm not sure it's as strong as the other, but there ...

Lord, let it rain. Let it rain upon my tearful face So both our tears can slide together And become one.

clockwork I wish I could see the inner workings of your mind you claim to have misplaced me behind gears and screws that pop off at the ends, loudly- that ...

OK, now it's in the right place I hope! A Shortcut To The Sea The velvet-soft Quiet Of Night. My skin thrills At the touch of Chill wind. Steep steps ...

my eyes come undone. it's the sun, the sun has come. and my thoughts are one. how come? how come you breathe so slowly? short breaths, softs breaths, like they ...

silence and words part playing hide and seek in the dark it’s your surprise i litter you with that blue light and catch your eyes just right the game is ...

i watch as you lick your lips wet and take a drag from your cigarette that filthy habit that disgusting routine how do you make it taste so sweet like ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...

Rheum If nothing is lost on earth Living is still at hand. Loser’s tears are drops of silver -The solace on the scorching sand. The venom delicious To be encompassed ...

Fifty dollar notes pile underneath my desk and i don't know where they originated. Oh poorlittlerichgirl, Poor little Charliered perfume-smothered girl. But i think it's stolen. Oh if i was ...

It Would Be Wise to Think First When, by a condescending statement You decide to unveil a hidden Aspect about me, to the world, First, stop a moment and think ...

GAOL Today I saw a flower crushed beneath the weight of life as if, a life were not a chance but chain, and all the world a man to put ...

He was here, She was there, Sitting together In a chair. Not speaking, Or looking. But acknowledging both, The two of them could be so close. All the eyes were ...

In the moment of grief I was numb to the pain Running deep to the core of my being. Now the ache of my heart Is returned by the mirror ...

The Garden Of Life Greed is like a thistle, Its flowers hold much beauty, As they stand on thorny stems. Hate is like a nettle, You cannot clasp it in ...