Young Writers Society

The world of school is very harsh and cold In this place, those who can handle it show The ones who do, they must be strong and bold Without these ...

Dancing Inside A Raindrop2-10-06The world is moving fast, quaking like volcanic eruption mania diseasewe’re a disco ball under this excited freedom gin grinbecause I see an entire humanity enrapture

Life’s bittersweet Like tears and a smiling face The hills to roll down faster, faster So beautiful In graceful passing - shattering like any other tear but in twice the ...

k... this is for my English class... joy, we have to write a sonnet, by Wednesday... Oh my amazing and sparkling star With soft emerald eyes, and bright auburn hair. ...

The fire’s licking tongues Cast whispers without tune And they’ve caught me in the darkness Where the garish marks that make me beautiful Flicker into some cloudy depths Of half-melted ...

Short and simple, delicate and sweet.Probably not that good anyway. Shh Shh, Shh Silence flows Silence grows Shh, Shh Memories Eternities As I sit I come to wonder, Is my ...

I'm a simple man With a simple a life I can simply fail As I can simply fly With my simple friend and family and at night I can simply ...

A child sprays a whisper Lip popping effervescence A beautiful bubble of starlight Glittering toxins with the sun rays A hiss and the dream, in evanescence, can only, into otherworld ...

This is just a silly poem but anyways enjoy crazy kay has gone away. whereto does crazy kay go? over that hill she goes. bad terrible crazy kay to go ...

RESPONSE He woke to find your letter in his hand, crossword-cryptic, and without a name; wandering, the way that poets do with teary script like roses in the rain. The ...

* This is a school assignment to let you know, and I just put it up for fun.* The trouble with cats, I'm afraid to say, is that most like ...

*I don't expect this to be too good because I wrote it in fourth grade. Just wanted to see how you guys liked it.* The wind, The wind, It sings ...

So as a class assignment one day, my English 110 professor tells the class to write a paragraph of "where our mind is." So i did just that, but then ...

Here I am in a giant maze. It's so hard to find a way out. I see hope and follow her gaze, to a place I only dream about. The ...

It belongs to no building It bears no art It merely stands amidst a battle; one that has been fought since it was built. And you can see the holes ...