Young Writers Society

Mellow Tragic 2-5-06 Mellow Tragic Down a deep dog’s eye hear the street wrinkle, solid expectation give the world to this tumbling sky. Yesterday, I imagined and I thought I ...

A faceless mass All embrossed and branded With the emblem of your king And the beat; the rhythm Smacks and whacks its way around town From the girl with her ...

This poem was written by my 9 year old cousin Summer I once had a frog and I pulled off it's legs. I clipped them off with a couple of ...

There was a little postage stamp no bigger than your thumb, but it stuck right to the job until it's work was done. They licked it and they pounded it ...

You are the sage green color of my life your growth bears no fruit - just leaves, reams of them, stapled theories on the branches of your mind dreams that ...

Red ringed neck, scars of past mistakes The blades mark drips Barbed-wire chokehold on your breath Pink stained red permanently An incomplete circle of regret Let it drip, cleanse the ...

Kiss me babe, I love you heaps. I'm not playing, I'm going for keeps. Kiss me as soon as you see me dear, Kiss me then and I'll know that ...

You are the hottest guy I know, from the top of your head to your smallest toe. Those eyes of yours are sweet and kind; the good things about you ...

the black sky seems very high above us. nature rolls out in all directions and the moisture runs like tears down the glass. the back seat is wide and cold, ...

Vast and Lonely Spaces 1-31-06 Now all expectations have bleeded, burnt to the ground, and all is empty sky, lonely space, far-off stars a’twinkle some dancing in binary bliss, and ...

My friend and I wrote this haiku in physics today when we probably should have been paying attention. It's dumb, I quite enjoy it! Numberless minutes The hoola-hoop of life ...

The train moves like a Heavy ghost, just tired with the burden of haunting.

look at them dancing, prancing, it's all for show ritual mating dance round they go butting heads muscles flexed sweat drips as they run up and down chanting tribal grudges ...

I stripped the world naked And it’s clothes, Like 50 cent thrift shop rags, Drifted away Naked world It was like a side-street whore Willing now to fuck For less ...

If I were in a race If I were to run so fast that all the colors became stirred If all the baby blues seem to fuse I will forget ...