Young Writers Society

If the chainsaw in my head cut through the night Could you sleep through it? Or would you wake discontented? If I showed you my truth, Could you accept it? ...

There's too much on my mind I can't seem to close my sleepy eyes Tears falling down like rain on my face staining my cheeks for everyone to see The ...

This feels like the same as your other recent poem, "Living Alone With Green Carpet" ... same subject matter? Anyway, I thought this fitted very well neatly together. You seemed ...

Your eyes look old, Your hands are cold. You pretend to be bold As your arms slowly fold. Inside you are broken and in pain It's not long before you ...

Chapped lips Chalk dreams Tiny capsuals Are my relief If you know what I mean Pick a star Swallow that pill And fall to the floor Hide your heart Kill ...

Thank god Brad for knocking some sense into me on this one. Well I've messed around with it some more and added a bit...well more than a bit. and thegirlwhofateloves: ...

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A new disease Not in the books. An unmarked grave Lost in a field of names. Caught without an imprint. In an abyss of forgotteness. Sealed, closed inside A rotten ...

In a world where these word Are just sounds Like a desperate plea From a woman Who had just lost her dignity. Who are they to judge? They rip the ...

I carved straight into him. His insides falling out Onto the ground. The smell was like Opening a trashcan. A funky, rotten smell. His goo made my hands Like a ...

(I am either too literal or too abstract; I am not sure which.) I dreamed I found an oyster And knew it was the world Inside it was a pearl ...

I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU READ THIS. The Nun I STRANGLED WITH MY BARE HANDS Her name was Julia, she loved motorcycles, dreamed of making love for the first time, ...

Bleeding yellow roses That sprout and take root They grow into my life And slowly begin to take over I feel the pain Of the thorns stabbing into my temples ...

To streaks, with love! It all started at the hair-salon, Where we first met! As i saw you perched on My tresses set... It sure was love at first sight, ...

The Boy Who Cried Love On a bench, so close together, They hardly notice the stormy weather. She turns and sees his open stare. Dare she believe she sees it ...