Young Writers Society

I’ve chewed And stewedAnd I brewedAnd I concludedOur hypotheses.We are growing, we have swallowed knowledgeShame it can’t be regurgitated for you darling.And we think that if I showed you the ...

I found you the day of Halloween,I brought you home to start our dream.We had much fun and a lot of luck,You started to rear but dared not to buck.We ...

A pounding heartBeating in timeWith the ticking of the silenceThe wide green eyesfilled with fearGlistening with tearsThe tears fall down her faceAnd wash away the dirtand uncovers the bruisesTremblin

***A quick write, feel free to tear it apart.I walk the road, nowhere to go,Simply happy and on my way;For where I'll be In historyIs not for me to say.But ...

You told her you loved her and like a fool she believed you.You told her to trust you and like a child she trusted.You asked for everything and so she ...

She stands in the rainwaiting for the bus.her tears running down her faceand mixing with the puddlesshe's running from her past.She wants to get awayall she wants is to be ...

he wanted to buy me a steak as a reward. I told him I was a vegetarian. people think it’s weird when I tell them that. hold on, he said, ...

This is John McCain.Most people thought he was lame.We voted for Obama,then he cried to his mamaand then sat down in shame.

Three Rainbows Dancing In The Sky . . . The sky is black The air is greenRain pours down in sheetsA battle rages far belowMen are Yelling, Screaming, Dying, CryingTrees ...

you call me a fakerbut if i were you i would take a look in the mirroryour not much better than meyou laugh at me because i cut my wristswell ...

She stands in the rainpulling petals off a daisyshe chantshe loves mehe loves me nother heart cries for himbut he never answersher heart slowly breaksbecause she just wants him to ...

Dedicated to AlexThink. And Think a bit more. About her situationNobody has a drink I take it and is void of a cold or any diseaseAnd she is dying of ...

For an explanatory momentI felt I should sit down and connoteWhilst shaking my head, it inspires my eyesThis samberine which you speak blinds my secular musicWhen a dancer dances the ...

I hope this can be called a poem Haven't you heard?The robber cameSo quietly,So slowly,With skill,And expertise.He stole. He climbed the custom made High, thick wallsAnd greedily,Mercilessly,Took what

The single-decker bus is bumpy, so much sothat my steadier friends switch places with meso I can cling to the pole like a tight-ropeing cat,or an agnostic to faith, so ...