Young Writers Society

To be or not to be, Hamlet thought it a simple question To live or not to live, to take it, fight it, or end it At first, at least, ...

Cry I was a bud, Awaiting bloom on the sunshine day Saving my fragile tenderness for the hopeful season of bliss. But …it was a fateful moment I was destined ...

This is a poem about a child. It means alot to me so I hope you like it. This Child's Hands This child's hands hold the world This child's mind ...

Second Thoughts The metallic twilight is long since gone, leaving us with it's taste in our mouths, and infinite washes of moonlight to turn on and off. Expression is to ...

she finds herself beneath the waves that ripple across the expansive, open sea her skin pickled from the briney immersion she's tried to kill herself before something only small-child-spaces know ...

One of these days I'll peel off my skin Then none of you will recognise me I'll be a strech of blank canvas On which to paint my own tree ...

the machinists the touch at first is tentative then curious, as flesh meets flesh and all coherency is aborted the tumble of babbling springs forth into the clamy, damp air ...

Little Blue Eyes Such a sweet, little face, such big blue eyes, So expressive, they have no disguise. So in.occent, they widen with surprise, At anything in the untarnished skies ...

Just about a rhyme The curtained isle summons wearied off eyes Sylvan aroma soothes clouded soul’s skies. And crouching there one sits firm on fancy To hear silent times bashful ...

On one holy, frozen night by the dew of morning light Mankind broke His one delight and so the wonder died Suppressing urge religiously Expressing hate for fancy-free So Man's ...

Here I am What do you want. I'm telling you not to But you don’t care You’re starting to get stupid You don’t need this anymore Give it a rest ...

A plate of dirty false teeth on the sink Green slime from them everywhere Next on the kitchen table Next on the arm of the sofa Making me wretch A ...

I am a fat fish Swimming in the sea If you see an obese blob of scales You will know that it's me I am a fat fish So much ...

I'm in a sudden... parinoid skitzofranic mode... so... yeah... : these are what tears cause, nothing good ever comes out of them: -Me It’s the looming scent of hand-lotion That ...

You know what I want I know you’re not stupid I don’t need you to look at me Like I'm some kind of lost puppy Emotionally Unsheltered I can’t believe ...