Young Writers Society

I’m a desecrated Deflowered image of a soul I feel it slowly fading As I stand my solid ground The echoes are reverberating The truth will drag me down I ...

*I apologize*

In the beginning it was awkward auditions And I got to see how you moved on the stage The Stage of Drama and the Stage of Life As I got ...

This is a Haiku I wrote in like, 2nd Grade for some assignment. Then someone stole it and posted it by the library. Eyes Bulge, Ugly Frog Jump! Plop into ...

"Why do fools fall in love?", is a question I've always wondered. Up until now, in that department I've always blundered. But at the moment things are different, the time's ...

The line break on the first italics line I absolutely hated. Eugh, I dunno why, but it just threw me horribly. Moving on ... Do you have an obsession with ...

I’m filled with this anger inside And every time they point the finger I explode I spit words that never miss Victims feel the pain Something I try to hide ...

To be honest when it comes to writing poetry or anything else for that matter I don’t know what I’m doing so here it goes just tell me what you ...

For once there was an interruption, A brazen noise of insurrection, Product of wayward intersection Lacking further introspection. Once there was a passive note Sailing through a song by rote ...

If I had it my way, you'd be my poem. I’d write you beneath bittersweet Willows, weeping for lost Seasons of ripening. And you would flow from my pen Like ...

It's hard to smile when your not here I felt relieved knowing you were always near, Everything was fine when you were around You were always the one making a ...

I stand at the gates. They shine brighter than the stars in the heavens. They open before me and I slowly step in, unsure of what will happen. The bright ...

Raspberry and Cream Marcia’s by the lake again, Sipping raspberry and cream. Though I doubt the fairy will join her, or so it’s going to seem Marcia’s by the lake ...

Okay this is my very first poem. I usually write stories but i decided to have a go at poetry. I hope you like. Love is… Love is like a ...

Am I losing my touch? Hope Conforms Eternal. Its what we've always wanted, omnipotence without working memory. Held up in opulent mausoleums and billboard slogans, burned down in sound-proof cathedral