Young Writers Society

I tried to approach you with lunch, and you parried with a no. I thrust with a compliment, then you curtly snapped it down. I launched again whith a present, ...

Lady comes like a shaking skin Call me back to the green place Night is were I'm headed. Wire and shattered glass Construct Golem Mud man Skin covered in words ...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is an “inspirational poem” for teens who think they should be “getting laid” like everyone else appears to be. Teen media puts a lot of pressure on ...

Do you remember melancholy? I’m sure you do, it was all we had. It was a basket of bad news, Wrapped in all we couldn’t take. It became a bad ...

My Pillow is wet with tears again. Another person left behind. Am I that forgettable? Doesn’t anyone notice me? Remember my name? See my face? Doesn’t anyone want to find ...

Alone I sit in my room with an empty bottle in my fat hand I’m waiting for a sign to get the fuck online But that "boyfriend" isn’t moving his ...

I sit alone at my desk, Alone. The silence for a friend. My Bic pen grasped firmly in m hand, My composition notebook, The cover marred with various colors of ...

Blanket of stars in a midnight sky, Shooting stars and moons go by, Swirling colors and endless holes, Golden air and drifting souls, Many planets toss and turn, We still ...

All this time we danced around the truth, And still saw nothing of what it truly is. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be recognized yet, It might be better off ...

Affection by Meshalidar Against the sun’s will, I see you there, every day, glimpsing your shadowed form, as you look toward dusk, to the lake that sparkles against the twilight, ...

Summer hides away I wish I could hide with it It's healing warmth The painless freedom But in one week's time I'll go back to the battlefield That nearly killed ...

12 inch sandwich grasped in my hand gonna finish it, i'll be damned bright lights alive in the night-time dry throat, bit of pepsi i'll be fine talking idly to ...

I couldn't think of another title, so, that's why it's called Tickle-Me Elmos. Her scuffed black Adidas, inclosing numb feet, The obtrusive blue apron tied tightly around her waste. Her ...

"resistance is futile" your post-it-note smile reminds me - I haven't unpacked and my scarf is still on the floor. I'd put it off but you've written it in blue ...

Her mind lifted, It had just traveled to the soles of her feet But now it had gained wings, and was hovering above her staring. She stared straight back smiling. ...