Young Writers Society

Essa looked at her lover, Dusk, And spoke in hushed whispers about ferris wheels, And sea cliffs -- haunted places she dared not to go, just then, For fear that ...

6-10-05 He bent his dance to a happy dream dance with stars o’rhead in a calm, autumn-cool crisp burning woodsmoke noise pollutioned way, with a thousand comrades singing singing singing ...

Lewis Carroll here I come... shatterglass glass shatters as the butterfly steeped in chaos theories beats against my window with a strumming sound the lyrics of his song scraped against ...

It went by too fast My mind’s left in a blurry vision of The bus stops, alleyways behind his house, ...

I just wrote this in class...a bunch of thoughts...yeah I'm having a very textbook ADD day. it formated differently on ...

she walks in the beauty of the sun, bare feet padding softly on the cool dirt fingers skimming the tops ...

I suppose this is narrative, but I'm not sure...oh well. otherwise enjoy. CL the design booth smiling faces full of ...

there once was a mongolian barbecue where two old ladies sat in their rocking chairs to drink steam tea every ...

(It's a comeback to poetry, I've been in a neutral uninspired state lately... Enjoy) There was Mary, she died when ...

Armageddon No day has ever harbored so much mystery as this day, When the tides of life crash against the ...

That's supposed to be 'the small space of my bedroom' not 'soace'. i'm not sure wherether to write a part ...

5-1-05 I love the silence of an empty stage after the plays are done, while people sleep; I consume the ...

Here's something goofy I wrote for a creative writing assignment: Mr. Litter Long shaggy hair, the color of sand, this ...

4-23-05 With stars, low and rolling and night, high and boiling with crashes of silent thunder strumming his electrified mind, ...

The Boy and The BridgeEach year when October gusts against the windowpaneThe boy balances on the bridgeAloneHe is waiting for ...