Young Writers Society

Ah, the inspiration of bad news. Enjoy I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter Its always more dramatic if I lie on the floor, looking up at the separatist light. ...

Vertical monuments of conformity line the ground. Caricatures of the insane engulf the sacred zone. Ripples of light force their permant etch apon my spoted skin. Violent direction randomly applied. ...

Come in dear, child do come in, to thePlace where all your nightmares beginWhere all the horrors made are saidTo dance around inside your headThey never leave their always thereFor ...

This is the end of a story I am writing. The last two lines from the two main characters Jess and Joanie and the poem. Here in Gethsemane “We okay ...

Hullo. The Haiku is entitled "To Be Dead: Haiku." Tell me what ye think... 7-19-05 To be dragonfly; dead. To be gone; to be sky, and spirit, and s*n. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Broken ideals decorate the path Error Corrected thoughts discarded Images of dirt filled imprints on the floor For the sounds of empty jugs of delivered water push into the vision ...

The grips of the mind Tearing apart the grain Friction giving way of the scalar emotion of the sane Crouched alone, in the rain Destroyiing the sent of a love. ...

Night calls the living thoughts Day remembers them with fuzzy detail. Connected paths mix with within Falling situations make their place. The thought The mood The passing Become a single ...

Stream of Conciousness Poetry that I'm trying my hand at. CL Words On the Wall - I cast out cast away like a broken children’s toy buried inside a hole ...

Thinking of you makes no sense, It's like waiting for rain in a drought, I can feel you coming closer, But then pass by so quickly. I can't end something, ...

You find the defects in others But can’t see the ones in yourself You try to make others think like you And only seem to make them angry You should ...

I was having a writer's block on a story I was currently writing so I started doodling this piece of pathetic poetry on my notepad. Comments much appreciated. Carrying the ...

once again I'm praying to you and i promised to stay away but the pain is unbearable and the origin unknown. once again i'm thinking of the past and what ...

A Morning Poem of Peace 7-16-05 The dawn reappears the light waves retain their dignity, as they lasertocrystal dance about us, The warmth is felt again, The dew that is ...

Enjoy. Reflection Isn't Enough Somewhere beyond healthy psychosis, and lost points of view, someone laughs like they got the best of me. Alone and drinking with split personalities, all of ...