Young Writers Society

You could never see past The ripping, tearing, destroying pain you felt Your own pain Covered all No one else mattered Nothing else mattered You had to suffer, why not ...

If i were a flamingo. I'd eat with my lips, And stand on all fours. I'd live in the desert, and drink from the forest. When the sun went down, ...

Sun you are so shinny. You remind me of a new clean dime, in the middle of the night. I wish i were just like you, yeah i do.

Take deep breaths. I want this to last. You. You appear in a mass of leaves, swirling the empty air you've taken over, like you take over every inch of ...

Forever and a day, the world and his wife cried. The apple of my eye died. I chose to forget you Because it was all I could do to remember ...

Creatures die and countries fall A hero fights to save it all. Worlds begin and others end, So many others to defend. Creatures live and countries thrive I am witness, ...

apocalyspe lover - The Miasma Set: Poem #3 - hey jupiter, the crocodile’s on the sandbank sunbathing, and the sky is bending concave to my fingers, how’d ya feel about ...

Cast shadows with finger puppetswith quick flashes of radiationundulating over cancerous parasites--skeletal figures rearing like ravenous[h]olocaust survivors, as skin stretches too tightly over miss

Salvan ...Dedicated to a victim of the Tsunami Monday 13th December 2004: My Dignified Friend The first thing I saw was his gleaming grin, Though did not know it hid ...

She’s cold at first – A long sleek body dressed in black with silver buttons lining her front and back Everywhere and from her tone holes She stares out at ...

Where We Belong In my world, which I create with words, Dragons swarm in the wild, free air. The grass is green and the sky so blue, Truly, that is ...

Say this is a family room and you’re a widow. Too wordy, too long. I like the format.

Sheets of Cloud Juice Slide Over the Factory Umbrellas twirl beneath a darkened sky Silver machines sing and whistle in time. The wind blows harshly and the raindrops fly The ...

I step outside Into the still bright twilight The air with a bit of chill, beginning to descend And starting to turn crisp. I breathe deeply, and look to the ...

Gold-leaf shimmers in the darkness, like gild on the sleek of her back. We deal in treasure, here where wild things sway and luster lingers on the jaded stones – ...