Young Writers Society

You can all go fuck yourselves. In fact, you can fuck yourself up your asses. Take your foot, insert in ass, far enough to taste your own fucking toe jam, ...

Anything but “i” in Francais. By: Tyl r F in r A tiny thing which haunts my words. A drug with which I talk to birds. A lucky mark on ...

There Used To Be A Word For This. She was a statue, aesthetic and nothing more, waiting to be granted a pedestal. Inanimate when it came to finding her own, ...

The daily harvest of those bad days. Selected and pulled clean from my skin. Reaching up, a mason jar removed from it’s keep. Hard enough to reach, but simple to ...

images of inked converse in your reflection, curled hair that never loses its attraction, gleaming blue eyes flicker up and down, ends of jeans fray when they touch the ground, ...

Untitled I stare at a regular piece of paper and it occurs to me it can represent me. Paper starts of as a tiny seed like a child in the ...

memor, immemor [Trans. remembering, forgetting] I felt nothing. No moving of the heavens, no earth-quake trembling moment rocked me from my sleep (the slumber of the ignorant) to wake me ...

I wrote this early in the morning, I think it's my most creative time, or maybe I was just tired and confused...*shrug* I don't share my poetry... well, today would ...

Darkness covers all of me. Its like whenever I move I Kill something, I hurt something. Its just like theres a shadow over me. Controling everything I do, Everything I ...

Innocent I see you, little girl sweet child, baby girl and I watch your small heart breaking- yet again. you’re in my memories, little girl my heart, my dreams, baby ...

Drowned you were dead and gone before I found you sprawled in a romantic heap on the sand (but still dead). I tried to breathe some love into your darkness ...

The Hard Facts I am convinced now that this world is a terrible place if it has you in it. You with your tearful eyes, your sad farewells, your red-black ...

An Angel Dreamt Her Life 8-22-05 Sexy shadows, blue alien you, (you) are here, at the edge of a lunatic, thrusting into the dark your grandeur bombs. Sexy shadows, red ...

Enjoy todayPersue tomorrowCherish yesterday Grinning everyday behind your back, watching your soft ears turn bright pink, someone once compared you to a lump of red clay. Was it me? I ...

I'm not even sure I like this. I was just trying something new. Theres an incredibly abstract idea behind this too, which I probably can't explain in a way that ...