Young Writers Society

Ever feel like you've gotten old and unwanted - like last year's toys on Christmas?

I'll never be that little girl again

I've made a promise to myself; I only hope that you, and no one else, understand.

In memory of Pearl Harbor, December 7. I did not write this, Jon M. Nelson did.

A short poem to my best friend, who may be moving soon.

The product of me vent writing

Late-night poetry under the influence of writer's block.

The outcome of rewatching Dead Poets Society.

The most unsettling story I've ever written. A poem that defies popular structure and rhyme scheme. My darkest story.

Who is that woman in my bed calling herself by my name? The woman in the mirror who looks just like me?

heartbreak hurts

a poem i wrote one day while trying to brainstorm an entry for a writing contest on another website

This is probably rough and sadly, it isn't really deep or profound. I need a way to express what I'm dealing with though, so here is a simple poem.

For the red that you see and the red that I live are not the same color.

A poem about a relationship between two people as it changes over time