Young Writers Society

I haven't posted anything for a while, so I thought I'd chuck these two untitled pieces on here and see what you throw back One Like the smoke curling round ...

The House that Jack Kerouac Built full of anecdotes and real world mythologies tampered by the patois of the north, and poetry pages so far from filial, bloated with cognac, ...

*Necessary disclaimer: Yes, the first line isn't mine. I just borrowed it to play for a little while. If all the world’s a stage to me Then all that I ...

Why am I still caught up in those times? Why is your picture still reflecting in my eyes? Why can’t I be happy? Why do I have to live in ...

In a way I still like you, But I don’t know why. In a way I still care for you, But I don’t know why. I want you back, And ...

"Dry Hump" -SlickJimmy To say hello was a novel cadence To embrace hands expectedly tense -Those feelings became proper. Topical coffee gave way to our smarts And steered the course ...

It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...

Love is like honey. Thick, sweet and sometimes sticky. It can hit you at anytime of you life, Yet you may never realize it. It comes in many forms: friendship, ...

I'm just waiting Sitting contemplating My thoughts resting in my head. An adventure has opened its doors to me, Waiting for me to come in. Yet all I can think ...

Somewhere I remember My very distant home. It has been there forever It's beauty still it shows. The water lapping to it, Cold fresh and salty taste, Contains fish of ...

Fear of life, I've never known. Scared of love, I've never shown. Today this will end. and I will be free, For now on my love, I'll let you love ...

La Méduse* hands clean, [fingers clean]- homologous spike structures signal licking the universe, plummeting into an orange fulmination with glow-tinted-green extremities. a bath of sulfur and phosph

Had to delete it due to the rules of a contest I entered this poem in... sorry!

i loved this poem... i can't say you need to improve because right now i'm caring for a robot baby but i'll be sure to comment more thouroughly later. I ...

Rural landscape steams by; smoke sticks to the glass, Too quiet here for noise or fuss. Or shallow thought. Lawn laid out like a thousand picnic spreads, 'Cept now your ...