Young Writers Society

Though far away I feel like I've known you I see intelligence Something evidently new... You're glowing You're artistic ability is constant And so slowly I begin to realize just ...

[pre]Hi all, this poem is not anything in the ordinary, in fact it's quite unusual. It would take me a year to explain the subject matter to you, so I ...

Fragrance beauty, tender red, dews that make a crystal bed, on these soft petals, of a rose, The flower that I long adore.

Welcome home New Jersey To another rainy day Splattered sidewalk cement Skies weary, splattered gray People wander on the streets While thinking where to go They dawdle, trying to defeat ...

The little secrets seemed so big to us, And playing with dolls didn't seem so dumb, But all that was before your senseless fuss, Before reality became so numb. Remember ...

Song of Chief After seeing One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Laughter is written on the windows—insanity drunk and swinging at night—ornaments on a sad tree—liquor in the hearts of ...

Two poems in one, written straight after the other. I figured I'd save some space on the board :D Windmill You stand alone in the field, Your wheel clattering as ...

Apparently so. It beats doing real work at school. There's no real point to any of them. Enjoy. Insomnia is, cropcircles burned into wax, and doubt with matches. The curtains ...

This is what we back on the home forum call a remix: taking someone else's title or inspiration or opening line and turning it into something different. If you want ...

I wrote this when I was in fourth grade. I'm not too proud of it, just wanted to know what you think of it. I wake up Trees surround Light ...

-The Great Chronicles: -- Part VIXX---Chapter 56----Page: 1,373-----Sub-Paragraph: Greatest Thing I've ever written------Paragraph 2-------Sentence 4.8--------Word Eleven: The The Inside of A Hot-dog:

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 ...