Young Writers Society

Ever heard of the land of outside-in? People there are rude they never grin! I had to visit there for a week To visit my poor sick Uncle Kreek, He ...

Bitterness Blue-speckled frogs shoot arrows at her They think she is a pole Something to be stuck to when it snows When the cold makes numb the skin When the ...

This is entirely dedicated to Tarver Mathison, Tarver [The Newborn], and William [The Elder], the men who have inspired me so. Here be a short poem for all of you:In ...

everyone's watching but i feel so unpretty everyone's moving and i can't make a sound why does it feel like there are no empty spaces? then the vision is over ...

Tis a Petrarchan sonnet. Gandalf and the Balrog Thongs of fire lashed at Tharkûn the Great,On the narrow pass of the dwarven bridge.He struggled on that precarious ridge,And still could ...

shadowed nights and slicing moonbeams opposite the scintillating sun a kalaidescope of yawning abysses and crystal caverns my heart skips beats as i recover beautiful memories that will again be ...

Before I put down my poem I want you to know that this is not the way I usually write poems and this was a just an experiment...and kind of ...

Don’t. Handing me your plastic smiles, Don’t you have the decency to at least put them on a silver platter first? I know you have many to spare. Won’t. Showing ...

“Hand me a glass of wine, my dear,” The scales on your wrists escape me. Ripple with me above the ground. How is it my head is as smoggy as ...

You'll cry, you'll weep, you'll bawl in shame. When your school status falls, and theres nothing to blame. But You You say your friends are no longer your friends. And ...

I miss the times when I had friends and could laugh at anything without caring I miss my life before this change And I miss talking to my "friends" And ...

This is a free write I did last night How can I ever love you? With every selfish action that has hurt in so many ways. You never truly listen ...

we go for a walk on an empty night. i meet him under an oak tree. the leaves are dying under a golden light. we sit on a cold brick ...

There's a place where all My toughts flow A Place where all My feelings manage to go A Waistland deserted and all Alone A Waistland cold and all of My ...

Now that Ieatworms has vacated the Society, I can post all my poems I've written about how terrible she made me feel. This is the most recent. The first time, ...