Young Writers Society

Verses: Never have I felt so beautiful with you, never With you I feel so right, so pure in your sight Never have I felt so wonderful with you, never ...

It’s quite hilarious, is it not? That I, a mere stranger writes about you so I dare not mock But the deviousness of it all makes the giggles all the ...

ok this is just an attempt as I don't really write poetry but I thought I would put this in and see what happens, feel free to tell me to ...

You make me sick You make me sick And there's nothing more to say Why did anybody allow YOU to be my parent? A parent at all? Who the hell ...

Edited by the uberly awesome Calleeey! =3 Dance, american girl, dance on the crazy beat. Pour your soul out on the floor, and dance. Feel the power of the dj ...

Clean Room Blues i am all alone I sigh' clean rooms stink! i have no hiding places and it feels like its someone Else's room not mine superficial fake hotel ...

arched across the gallows pole the writing of my name, do not leave the ecstasy of what so long ago- Listen the pixies whisper words of warning to whoever wanders ...

I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime Licking cups, licking lips You may be older, but I’m Mature – I am star figurine of middle school I barely ...

I'd make you my writing if only i could, Dear to me no matter how good. The happy ending of my huge strife, the essential influence, the story of my ...

This is part of a poem I am writing for a friend (her birthday present actually), and I was wondering, for all who speak spanish out there (or not) if ...

I think this is the right rating... all comments, crits, suggestions welcome. CL m.a.l.a.i.s.e -I am going to die- she whimpers fingers gouging at my scalp tangledbrambles in my hair ...

It goes on kind of long, but it does offer some interesting images, my favorite being the square tiles. I think you're trying to symbolize a coldness... after all, tile ...

These steps that led to heaven, These roads that led to earth, are all that life has given, the cross of death and birth. These hands that help the young ...

these are two...not so good poems that are rather short. so i'll save bulletin space. Cement and Lovers Rough – here comes the passion’s play. Breath – I’m gasping life ...

Ok, here's another one of my favorites and it's a rough draft and more spoken word than my typical poetry, so keep that in mind.... Reach out for me, I'll ...