Young Writers Society

Here I lay, looking upwards, What a glorious sight to behold. The eternal beauty of the Vast heavens, looking down on me. This forgotten beauty will always be with me. ...

Pork Roast, I wish you were here. Pork Roast, your smell is near. The thought of you makes my mouth water. But I know this is all a deram. Even ...

All the worlds touch Softly in the paper-smelling silence Of sleeping ink. All the worlds breathe And whisper words of wandering Among the wonders. All the worlds sing And dance ...

Springtime's breeze sets grasses dancing, Waving, bending, twirling round. Springtime's sun works warm entrancing, Coaxing flowers from the ground. Birds with trilling, warbling song, Brook with curre

O frothing ocean waves that mold the lands You churn and toss your head in proud acclaim, Your playthings are the works of human hands. Chameleon skin, your ever-changing mood ...

There are so many different ways that I could be like a thousand mirrors, fragments of faces laugh as I smile. Did I learn my life from you? I have ...

I’m sick and tired of all the lies. Of all the games you play I’m sick of all the heart breaks So get out of my way. I told you ...

Brick path warm beneath my feet, Calling me to lands unknown. Follow the road laid out before me To places, thoughts, and minds that Show me What I have so ...

I haven't posted anything for a while, so I thought I'd chuck these two untitled pieces on here and see what you throw back One Like the smoke curling round ...

The House that Jack Kerouac Built full of anecdotes and real world mythologies tampered by the patois of the north, and poetry pages so far from filial, bloated with cognac, ...

*Necessary disclaimer: Yes, the first line isn't mine. I just borrowed it to play for a little while. If all the world’s a stage to me Then all that I ...

Why am I still caught up in those times? Why is your picture still reflecting in my eyes? Why can’t I be happy? Why do I have to live in ...

In a way I still like you, But I don’t know why. In a way I still care for you, But I don’t know why. I want you back, And ...

"Dry Hump" -SlickJimmy To say hello was a novel cadence To embrace hands expectedly tense -Those feelings became proper. Topical coffee gave way to our smarts And steered the course ...

It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...