Young Writers Society

This is about two guys I know. I'd like some constructive critism. Thanks. Vulnerability shones in those baby blues You must be wondering if I care what you have to ...

Written at the Wizard's Chest (the greatest store in existence). Not profound, perhaps, but I like it. language of impossible machines the sound she flies like bliss to be truth, ...

Again, I dont know where this came from. It started out as something completely different. And the commas are gone. Thought-Blossoms To say that I think too much Would grossly ...

As I lie amidst the seaweed on a beach of mournful sighs, I find that I am drowning in other people's tears. Shall I cry too? And mix my tears ...

This is a short piece I wrote after seeing a TV programme about the first of the Bali bombings. I wondered what on earth could drive a person to be ...

Born from ashes, Alive through fear of others. Beautiful creature, Yet hides a tortured soul. Feathered wings, Cannot bring him to heaven. Red and gold, Reflects the harshness of the ...

A tribute 2 Crysi... Leathery wings, Take me high. Desperately, I hold on tight. Smoke he snorts, In a puff of cloud. Fire he breathes, Surrounds as a shroud. The ...

Planet dreams I Come forth children, don’t be scared, I mean you no harm, join with me, Everworld, Let us dwell in the ever-lasting innocence and purity. Come forth children, ...

I feel the presence of you the joy, the laughter, those things that you once new I feel the presure of you the worry that I went through You sit ...

Dark sucking up life Black overpowering love Empty cheerless smiles.

I don't know where this came from, but I'm posting it anyways, even if it is a bit retarded. It helps if you imagine the sounds. Oninonepea (sp?) is such ...

White paper; naked Daring me to fill it up Daring me to write.

After a few swift halves in Ye Olde Inn, Mary was yours to do anything. Now not being one to pass a cheap whore, I took her unprotected on the ...

Hey all I'm new and just wanting to see what ya'll think of some of writing. This was my very first poem I wrote in about three years and was ...

[EDIT: fifth draft] i was thrust and the womb of the world opened up springing forth i rose dripping from this birthplace and opened my eyes i cry for comfort ...