Young Writers Society

Thunderstorm On the interstate one dismal afternoon All seemed too peaceful and quiet The swollen clouds rolled and churned The smell of rain enriched the heavy air The gray sky ...

Love in Pisser-Land America 2-27-05 Swish around the sun with a background of pin-prick stars, like cacti, all keeping their secrets. I don’t think that this place is natural in ...

I watch your IM conversations u r so hott Back and forth Endlessly How can you stand it? For a moment I wonder what it's like to be Hott. I'd ...

english gothic june came when the sky burst open seeping in like painted blue angel eyes july was lost on me: london by moonlight i came to visit you by ...

never let the red cross fall from your bloody hand. on that windy ridge the grass grows long the horses ride hard the bullets fly true. the buildings of mont ...

12-9-04 Home smells percolate in the fresh hot biscuit bliss-drive explode with the world in a mind too full of wonder to be afraid of the screaming outs and ins. ...

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Do I really suffer? You say I do, But I have ceased to feel. Your sheet of tears hides my face and distorts my view. Do you think it Sad ...

Counting Days She’s walking away Down the street, No cars go by, How early is the morning? There are doves behind her, Disguised in grey, When she turns to look ...

She was lost at the bottom of her bed--her sanctuary-- As she stared across at the poster-filled wall That had been there for years. Sitting there, year after year, thinking ...

Road Trip Road out before me, Hand out the window, Sitting beside you, I’m not the driver, Thoughts on other things, Not this long stretch of flattened land. Just came ...

well, here's a poem of mine that doesn't make any sense. it's also in the random section, but even though it makes no sense at all, I LOVE IT...and yes, ...

Stolen Sitting in the early morning kitchen, Watching for that soft sound, Of true silence. I know that’s when they’ll come. Their colors blind me, Reds, blues, browns of old ...

I struggled equally to follow the directions I printed from the web and not to let you know that we’re lost as you sit consenting in a makeshift blindfold made ...

An old tire swing, a white wooden porch. Sunshine and fresh breezes play. I see you walk up and run to you. I hug you and kiss you and hold ...