Young Writers Society

echo clinks of water on chains of concrete forming slivers of the false world false world which can't sing you in your silver shoes with the silver rain leaving metallic ...

Trying a different form...I quite like it. Stream-of-consciousness-ish. Definitely promotes inspiration, anyway. Transience a footprint in the sand or the imprint of a fingertip in the icing of a cake, ...

The Man at Station Four He may have always been there, The man at station four - He sits there like a marble ghost, And looks at the polished floor. ...

to gouge this grainy wind which walks so free, (proving life's existence with no intermittance) would be so icily cruel, like the bladed sun which shakes and breaks the gossamer ...

"Ho Ho Ho" Santa pin so sharp Cherry nose, holiday cheer See the blood you draw "Evil" You smile and I know That behind those straight, white teeth Is a ...

This is rather awkward for me. I've never posted on this board or asked for contructive critism on a poem. Well, here goes nothing. He stands at your side Your ...

Always the bad one, Always wrong never right, Trapped in this society, So close to the edge of all reason. And you push me, More and more, I feel the ...

I keep my head low, Refusing to look ahead. I walk in slow motion; My speech is slurred. I'm haunted by last March... The things that happened last March... But ...

Cool and refreshing As a smooth, cold spring in June,Insanity reigns.

Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...

Ah, the poem born of one of my many - well, passions. Its OK I guess, nothing spectacular. But hell if it dont get right down and dirty with the ...

For the first time in a while I smiled today A warm glimmer of hope ran through me How I wished you could've seen it But how little did I ...

I dream of becoming evil Dangerous A hazard to insects Small animals And children The sawn step on the evolutionary ladder. Indulging amidst Huge purple velvety leaves, Bulging seed pods, ...

Undeniable that there is A certain attraction in arrogance An arrogance that lacks aggression But still, something that makes a boy a guy But a guy not yet a man ...

You stand in a field, surrounded by family shadows are composed of friendly shapes, wind blows from the proper direction simple nourishment harmonious rhythms. A fertile tomb, where the spirits ...