Young Writers Society

Azure irises curve the length of the world, glinting wonder cascading down in colors that evade the artists’ palette. Wild and untamed, bent from strain; his feelings soar with eagles ...

If the pen could capture the sound of your voice, would it draw the sky for me? Moon and Sun? The sky as seen from a Babel unfinished, gray light ...

Allow yourself perchance to dream for seam upon seam of this world is unyielding to all of our happenstance themes. Call I a Jesus, who overseas dwells in a world ...

I was lost in darkness. Wondering without a light. Then I found friends, who shoed me the light. One liked Star Wars, Another who listens. The third, one who feels ...

If I cut out my heart you can have it If I capture my soul you can keep it All I ask is for my lips So I can say ...

Life is like the ocean It loves to play about Sometimes full of joy or sorrow Sometimes full of doubt Life is like the ocean Life is like the sea ...

she eyes it from a far,a small sliver of silver.she picks it upand gently rolls her sleeve.tears run down her face ,as she prepares to bleed.right over the sink,she places ...

My grandparents' walls are covered with clocks, and the memoirs of their ship: Invictus, reads the anchor on the coffee table. They sailed around the world before I was born, ...

Before you go on, yes, I know these poems are pretty sad and don't make much sense but they are meant for laughs only...not to be published. Enjoy. TORTURE OF ...

Inspired by my brother, Daniel Tolbert You know him But not who he is You know where he's been But not where he is You've seen what he does But ...

I see from the inside out Though no one else believes me I just can't help but wonder Do my eyes deceive me? They see an object of desire A ...

Crickets chirp outside an owl hoots frogs croak but he sleeps through this snoring on my lap. His body is so warm with each slow breath he heaves his body ...

they splutter The Old Lie into our beer caked speakers at this open mic night, every man with bohemian rhapsody splattered down their tux and ties, every lady batting mascara ...

We snap our fingers into flame, calling for another shot to douse our heathen throats in tequila spirits; stumbling off our moral equator, that runs just south of Jalisco. Dipping ...

Sorry this is a rough draft!!!! Love and trust Is a wounderful experience Faith Emotional rollarcoaster