Young Writers Society

Very cool. Except for the first two lines: not working. Change 'em or get rid of 'em.

A Morning Poem of Peace 7-16-05 The dawn reappears the light waves retain their dignity, as they lasertocrystal dance about us, The warmth is felt again, The dew that is ...

Enjoy. Reflection Isn't Enough Somewhere beyond healthy psychosis, and lost points of view, someone laughs like they got the best of me. Alone and drinking with split personalities, all of ...

Me-You Night angels 7-17-05 Night angels, looming on the edge of their dreamland, stand facing into the crystal full moon, exhale the softly-perfumed dew, pound their feet in nervous anticipation, ...

Critize freely. This poem is free style. Lol This is the first and last poem I write before I go to Switzerland. After this, I am off the English. This ...

formated differently on my computer, it doesn't want to cooperate here. oh well. cheers CL Titian Dew The limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets and echo the passions ...

This is my first (and more than likely - only) piece of poetry on here... Goin' Nowhere Light above, Fire below, Where d’yah think, I’m gonna go? Pee dot, Ess ...

Again with the Peter Pan metaphors. Oh well. Rip it to shreds. I want it fixed. ~~ Lost I wandered once the endless streets Empty eyed and soulless Broken-hearted Missing…something ...

It has it's problems, I want you guys to read it and fix them. This is my first in a loooong while, so go easy...but not too easy! I don't ...

The days disappear. Together, they form just about three months. Three months without you. I feel as if it happened a year ago, But also as if I saw you ...

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meandering through the hidden pathways of middle class education and pathetic adolescent emotions and treading upon the forgotten lives and ideas of countless silenced prophets. magenta outlines of bl

friday night was just like that wet night, our last in paris. i hung onto Simon's arm, half-heartedly walking next to him under his umbrella, when the rain was flying ...

Hell [was] carved into her head bloody red and puffing but her dappled smile reminded me otherwise of her innocence and [her] grossly unaimed fault of sugarapologies words are just ...

how many times do you need to make me think i'mclose before you blow___me away again i keep playing with words and scrunched up pieces of paper but you've never ...