Young Writers Society

Oh dreamer, I think of you as oft as ever and with those thoughts of you I cry. The way you move just like a feather a dreamer dreams of ...

The day is wierd it seems. I feel as if I am in a dream.During math I feel as though I'm on a different path.I get detention. at least it ...

When in whispers they bow down, Before me, and they close their eyes Their minds, I kick them in their Softest place. And though they spit up blood They insist ...

I found you Floating through the thin strings of my hair As I slept on the nightmare of tomorrow Woke up with a comfort singing into my ears Progressing on ...

I deal in colours, beauty, dreams; to you go the spoils of the intellectual mind - I take what is left. In other words I sleep my life away beneath ...

Ok, bear with me on this one ...I wrote it I while back when I did a project on Marilyn Monroe...It's very difficult to judge your own poems...I guess it's ...

There she was. Looking as perfect as always. Waiting right at the turning of the lane. Hoping to hold his glimpse as soon as he arrived. The way she’s been ...

mine were the hands that held you down, that drowned you in a sea of night – mine were the hands that held you close, and let them hurt you. ...

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Respect is something you lack to give, If you will never respect anyone You cannot expect to get Respect For as long as you live. You believe no one else ...

Ok, it might not be terribly hard or all that good, but I want to see if I can fool somebody......here goes. *** Riddle by Tony It lays unmoving throughout ...

2-18-06 Dear journal; six billion of these angsty moments six billion of these good-for-nothing moments, six billion of these “the world is on fire, and I am scared as shit!” ...

This was my first writing attempt on this site. I have now edited this poem so hopefully it is a little better than it originally was. Thank you to everyone ...

for miles, there's nothing truly clear, and there's no judgement targeting you. here, only whispers survive long. middle platform is one step down, but the wished-for journey extends. hope that ...

My skin is stretched so thin that people look straight through me. I have not light enough, nor strength enough, nor fixédness enough to shine; therefore I must like a ...