Young Writers Society

.immaculate. she sees me, but she does not see me. i can feel her gaze, sense it, thrive on it. she knows me, but does not know me. i understand, ...

A Spell to Turn Tigers into Butter all those fort building limbs stuffed in mummy bags, purple and blue larva, scrunched and arched around the fire circle. all those hand-picked ...

... Whoa... I think that this was... like, I don't know, something in the first stanza made me not want to read it but when I finished I was amazed, ...

Deleted

I thought one-word lines were ridiculous and indicative of beginner-leverl work. Anyway, I thought the deliberate lack of comma's in the first two stanza's strange, especially when you used it ...

Apart of me Worries I lie upside down My head in the lake The waterfall above me Thundering My head submerged with Tainted bubbles surfacing I breathe no more Will ...

When a leaf touches another, And a flower listens to the wind, Passion breaks between the trees When the oceans roars against a cliff, And the waves gently hit the ...

I wrote this simple poem when I was a bit younger when I heard that there could be a military draft for the War in Iraq. Although I doubt it ...

A long pause, A gaping mouth, Jaw moving, No sounds. Meaningless gestures, Occasional words, But…Just…how, Deep breath. Head in hands, Turn away, No words, Walks off. She doesn’t know, What ...

deleted

a farewell. a long, sad goodbye. for many years, he held onto his trangression and locked it in the gun rack leaving it in its disposition: oiled and shined, loaded ...

Its like living stuck in the mud. The same old routine, The same places, The same people. You try to move things forward. Add a chapter to your life But ...

Kill For You There's nothing I wouldn't do, Anything -- I'd kill for you. I see you walking down the hall. Can you see me? You walk right past me: ...

[The following poem was written after an inspiration from my Geography lesson on World Food Hunger. It is really quite a sad fate for those poor guys living in impoverished ...

I posted this in dramatic poetry a month ago... but I would like critique from the people here, mostly from Brad, but also everyone who has something to say. So ...