Young Writers Society

Ok, here's the deal: tell me what image this poem paints for you. I wrote this based on a picture I saw tonight and I'd like to know if what ...

I’m not underground Yet And you don’t seem to understand That it hurts too much to talk about it I’m not innocent I would be dead by now if I ...

School Again Did your home work, again, Read your school books, again, Did detention for not signing my diary, again. And I'm late, again, So I wait, again, For the ...

It grabs your wrists And twists and twists It makes up lies and rips up skies It kills and cries and tries and tries So desperately to hurt you I’ve ...

This is my weird poem, I posted it because I only just wrote it. I think it's ok My banana My banana is not yellow. It is grey, shrivelled and ...

dude, someday your life will be cut short by some guy in the clouds with a giant pair of scissors. so cross your fingers and 'be prepared' let loose the ...

This is a piece of something I wrote today, and when and if the completed work is posted here, this poem will make the more sense, and perfect sense perchance. ...

It must be nice to be so perfect, to be so cool it must be nice to drive in nice sports convertables and it must really be nice to treat ...

I wrote this with two friends on a field trip to the science museum. one day i found a dime in the street i kicked it onto a juicy slab ...

Nothing ever changes Nothing ever moves I swim around in circles In the same old lifeless room And talk about the mirror man The whispers in my ear again The ...

Let me forget let me forget Or let me go let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low Never The biggest word ...

We move like cagey tigers, oh We couldn’t get closer that this The way we talk The way we walk The way we stalk The way we hiss We slip ...

[color=red] [/color]*~*Preach'en Da Truth*~* F*** you and your criticism. Deep within you, is what my eyes can see. Continuously, you go against me and try to cut me from my ...

You can all go fuck yourselves. In fact, you can fuck yourself up your asses. Take your foot, insert in ass, far enough to taste your own fucking toe jam, ...

Anything but “i” in Francais. By: Tyl r F in r A tiny thing which haunts my words. A drug with which I talk to birds. A lucky mark on ...