Young Writers Society

the city has lost a certain hold inside it feels so worn being chained to this life i've been around and seen one hundred scenes where those who dare to ...

The dry night air bursts in my mouth, awakening a thirst in me, only to be overpowered by the assimilated guitar chords reminiscent of last Christmas. Tonight as I walk, ...

I think this may be a new favorite of mine. I really like the way the stanzas interrupt each other and flow into each other at the same time. Very ...

Just the way I'm feeling right now..enjoy Wondering if you’re thinking of me As much as I thought of you Wasting time with those same Dried out thoughts that Make ...

Ha. So so oddly amazing. Every step you walk you have to position yourself in just the right light, because you wouldn't want to look weak. I loved that. The ...

Who's going to pay for all my anxious lies and my time-wasting words that litter every cell around me? I pushed it all away, I flicked the rope from the ...

& it all simply fell apart. (Let's just put it back together), Easily you broke my heart. (I can forgive you), Your lips are full of lovely lies. (Yet I ...

The strange logic in your clumsiest line stayed emblazoned on my mind break up the family and lets begin to live our lives I went to see all my friends ...

I know this is probably a terrible and cliche poem, but I was convinced to post it and at least get some feedback. No more tears for the thirsty, longing ...

Pretty a-typical for me, but I liked it. I've been on kind of an Eden kick lately. *~* Betwixt the perfect rows of ripe fruit trees God's first Children in ...

Here's a short poem. I titled it "Hope and Despair," and it's sort of about feeling defeated and alone. Let me know what you think. Hope, so evasive and fleeting ...

Night calls the living thoughts Day remembers them with fuzzy detail. Connected paths mix with within Falling situations make their place. The thought The mood The passing Become a single ...

That both shocked and made me want a muffin so badly. NEVER SCARE ME AGAIN! Bravo!

My little boy blue My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered, and broken and blue. and I understand now the insanity of love and why the scars ...

I was flicking through an old book The other day and came across A postcard. Just a simple postcard. But withered, and old, Yellow, tea-stained And dirty. But under the ...