Young Writers Society

Let it drown away the pain Nothing can harm me from behind this wall This invisible barrier Them foes strike feebly at it b-b-but it cannot touch me My eyes ...

I sit at the dinner table in a room bedecked in age old history Time is a frenzied whirlwind in my ears Tearing past, blurring colors and shapes in its ...

It begins in the depths of your core A rising A gathering of passion beyond description Cresting forth in an arch A tingling in the fingers That cannot be ignored ...

* Is it true what you've said about love? ** Trace your fingers across the line of her jaw, up her hairline and touch her quivering lips As her breath ...

An Explosive Yard Peck peck peck *BANG* Stupid chicken It walked into my backyard Dig dig dig *SIZZLE* The sun came out Detonated another land mine And then my dog ...

This is my first piece posted here, so I'm nervous to post this. But, here it goes: Romance Bubble bath Pink bubbles Blue soap Light a candle Shine a rose ...

An Ode To Squirrels Wunce I warse a-walking Down a cleanly path I sawr a little squirrel Larffing at me laffs. He warse a kindly fellow A nicely little gent ...

Clouds are dusty, not cold, not warm. Appearing at night, shivering, stuttering, spreading their red. Once clouds were settled, once clouds stood still. Today they are clever, for what spreads ...

These rhymed: You gave me a snowglobe, said "watch the snow"; I held it close, but I once let it go. So I let it fall slowly, let it tumble ...

Take me home Mother, take me home. Take me home to the land I was born to the land I call hom Take me home. Father, take me home. Take ...

Well, this started out as a poem for the poetry contest for the 'Grande Re-Opening!', but when it was finished, I noticed I was some 56 lines over the limit! ...

Tinder and ash. On top of shoes, it slides and whisks off into the corridor-darkness. Fallen masters march these labyrinth halls, hands pocketed, hollow mirth. Outside the window, we all ...

If you could sprout wingsAnd fly away,As free as a bird,Over the mountains,Would you?If you could soar over a lake,Up to the trees,Dance with the clouds,Would you?If you could laugh ...

So what if words were art and we could paint a masterpiece over this falling sky, trying to hold it up with fortifications and architecture and all the pointless beauty ...

Always aloneAlways in darknessNever awakeYet never asleepI feel like I'm fallingThrough both Ice and Fire.*No one knows what I'm going through,Because no one knows how I feel.Will someone wake me ...