Young Writers Society

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 ...

I didn’t mean to tell you that you’re terrible I never meant to say you have no talent In fact I never intended to talk to you at all. It ...

Mark the eyes. They tell all. They can be deceiving, Or believing, And you must listen. They are truth. They do not lie. If they see the sky, They also ...

I ran as fast as I could. To leave this lonesome world behind. As sweat dripped from my face, I stopped running and looked up to the sky. So dark ...

I wrote this sometime last year (I didn't put down the date) about my struggle with writer's block. Oh how I long to pick up my pencil and let words ...

the fallowing poem uses grammer in weird ways.............you have been warned: do dep dop de do and la de, do you care for nothing and like to go no where ...

In Adini there lived a cat and a mongoose They were both fascinated by shoes One dark night They were about to fight But were trampled by a moose on ...

I wrote this in Creative Writing, it is formatted in a form called Sestina. It’s simple, but challenging. Each stanza is 6 lines, and the last word of each line ...

And it hurts Like sex on Tuesdays Mints from down the road Chewing on pencils Found in an abandoned hallway Poisoned nails that dig into your own skin Rapturing, capturing ...

I never thought I'd write poetry before but guess what, I did! Its nothing deep or meaningfull its just something I wanted to write. Enjoy I got beat up My ...

The peeling skin is falling off of screaming faces Distant places where the past has long faded Making flakes out of skin and flakes from people Trying hard to beat ...

making rounds on the dark stormy nights tending the sick, the screaming, the dead living he couldn’t help but fall fast and hard and deep in love with the blue-eyed ...

Heroine She knows I long for her, Despite the staring she causes, Despite the sickness she brings me, Forgetting all the costs Never mind the wounds she’s left me, The ...