Young Writers Society

an attempt at a new style of poetry. bleed me blue opium bleeds me blue so blue. did you feel it’s raining snowy splinters of glass? this has shaken us ...

Dungeons and dragons by morning Chess club meetings by afternoon And if he enough time at the end of the day He'd sit down and watch his favorite anime cartoon ...

I have no idea if anybody will remember this... or if it has been posted, but me and a pal wrote this... a long time ago. Enjoy. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, ...

I am Happy Scared Loved up Surprised Not really here Wishing I was somewhere else or wishing someone else was here Probably like she once did Want and need and ...

I wrote this for a friend. Acasia Sink the mountains, sweep the sky Dragons of the trumpet fly They descend with violet throne And all around their flames are shone ...

Christmas with a captial CHRIST, where school is canceled and the poor suffice. Where people work extra hours, like tiny little mice, for more of the money, of an amount ...

I see you in the morning window, your green apple eyes with a black licourish pupil match your extroadinary glow. The morning glistening sun envelops your caramel brown hair that ...

"me myself and I" It's me against the world If i must pick sides i choose my own i am an individual unique special "you are boyish" no, i am ...

Wrote this a while ago, and it's still not how I want it, even though I've had a couple of go's at it revision wise...and critique or comments would be ...

everyone's watching but i feel so unpretty everyone's moving and i can't make a sound why does it feel like there are no empty spaces? then the vision is over ...

You'll cry, you'll weep, you'll bawl in shame. When your school status falls, and theres nothing to blame. But You You say your friends are no longer your friends. And ...

It is a scoundrel fact That there are ends To things that never See their own beginnings; That things can die Before they are born Into the process of dying. ...

you shall see none of me when I am gone my words felled in the silent wake of a cut tongue not a cricket shall peep from the fields where ...

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I close my eyes all i see is your face I notice your pain yet you show so much grace I think of you and what I could do to ...