Young Writers Society

Purse your lips against old rolled mary-jane made only from the best imported Columbian black, While you settle back into the sofa of your body and let the wafting smoke ...

I'm still working on it. Twenty miles outside of town, I walk down that winding road. Crossing the borderline, paved in stone. Twisting and turning, reminds me of how life ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I breathe a softer sort of darkness

Killing emotion That human condition Dragging our consciousness into the dust While logic and reason The clearminded decision Are cast by the wayside to molder and rust

As the man studied the crimson Rorschach test left on his bathroom wall, he decided that it reminded him of a butterfly in a frog's mouth, or maybe of cat ...

LENS My life revolves around Rod Stewart and his hopeless optimism, cascading over my cut strings and broken back as I lie in bed next to this week's dream, this ...

So the assignment in my creative writing class was to write an Elegy. I'm not that good at poetry so... here it goes. I hope you like it, and I ...

So, I wrote this and figured I'd record it, just for fun and because I haven't recorded anything for a long time. Couldn't quite get it to turn out as ...

You cut beer cakes over my wrists, and I wince - enchanted eyes, you watch my artwork and it burns you, I hope that it turns you away. This is ...

Dearest friend, Your life isn’t worthless. You have all the worth, Of one that I respect. Without you, Who would I laugh with? Who would I cry with? I have ...

I need your help! I’m currently writing a poem - it’s about a couple who broke up at a young age and then reuniting five years on. I’ve written the ...

We lay back on the cold sand, The better to watch the night. The two of us, spread eagled Left over laughter still escaping in blows, Trying to catch our ...

[Too short, I know.] I know the corners of his mouth, they bleed, they blaze, they search you out - you are the smoke he talks about, the dancing smoke ...

God talked to me today,And I could tell he wasn't pleased.He said I should just stop it all,Before I get diseased.He said I should put down the pills,That made me ...

shackled with pumping veins, iron and oxygen - the heartstrings lead the way along the floor, down to the bedsheets where she's adorned her body in [blood and gore]. pearls ...