Young Writers Society

It did not take much for them to abandon me. Just a shooting pain, tearing me away from the lights of my glory. I had been their star, the winner ...

you gave me nightmares about those emerald eyes: submerged in saturday-night delights, singing songs I never wanted to hear, filthy with the thought of seduction. in the crush of the ...

"The View From My Window is of the Roof" 10/19/05 The view from my window is of the roof each tile uniform and gray. Sure, there is a window down ...

Let everyone sing and everyone dance, while she lies in this empty, forgotten room Empty and forgotten like her. Beautiful eyes, covered by a sheet of sadness emotionless breaths being ...

for years I've been crying into a pillow full of goosedown the mantra of ghostkisses and spiderflys gnashing at my head my only thoughts are missing you you're a truebluekid ...

If you have any suggestions for a title, I'd like to hear them. I stand along the shoreline, The fish quake with fear, For they can see me casting, And ...

there are puzzle pieces strewn across dilapidated, wooden tables, and we try to revive the remnants by forcing the corner-angles into our nearly correct places. but Big Brother says that ...

Once there was a house, Pink roofed and cracked walls within. The path twisted and turned, The fence splintered passers by and the chimney never worked. One there was a ...

Darkness overtakes my weary soul upon a pedastool of gold I stumble upon the hardened ground I could fall on my face and not make a sound A castaway, that's ...

Your name Will forever be for me Love, and pain And so many unfathomable emotions Tumbling together in a waterfall Forming an ocean that can never be crossed. It’s nights ...

I liked this. I couldn't anticipate where it was going, but I felt guided along the way. Even with changes in time and place, your voice remains consistent. The canvas ...

Missive It wasn’t so long ago That I was living this history, Not writing it. Your hands made a lush country of my body, Boundaries drawn with my hot blush ...

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 ...