Young Writers Society

you leave me swimming in my own scattering confusion with your tanned waterfall of words i have been slipping on ...

the sky is collapsing in polychromatic droplets staining my hair with the glitter from your aurulent wings and i slip ...

(It's a comeback to poetry, I've been in a neutral uninspired state lately... Enjoy) There was Mary, she died when ...

this definately isn't going to be up to quo...I need help turning all of my thoughts into a real poem ...

And I promise you I will be the exact opposite of what you expect when you see me sauntering through ...

unlucky hours of september colour the sky a grazed silver, the sun lies vacantly. i wish it would rasp, collapse, ...

again I must say I format my poems on my computer in ways I cannot here. that's okay, but they ...

Armageddon No day has ever harbored so much mystery as this day, When the tides of life crash against the ...

it's not big, it's not clever, but it is me. I don't know if you've ever conversed with a brick ...

Shh,here the wind whisper Its so soft and gentle, the trees waving so slowly and swiftly. Walking through the leaves ...

Books that are not books Cling to fake oak Scotch dribbles down Into the fountains of youth The Jazz Singer ...

it's formated differently on my comp, sry if it's confusing this way. CL ------------------------------ This is a Business Dirty clothes ...

How beautiful is it? The many shapes and wonders of a city so extravagant. Buildings so tall that they touch ...

not so sure how much I like it, but I thought I'd post it anyway. CL ------------------------------------------------------------------------- a figure of ...

stitches come loose to show skin on the backs on stars and shows an unnatural blueness against the blueblood of ...