Young Writers Society

For those of you who don't know, slam poetry is poetry that is memerized and then performed before a panel of fellow poet-judges. Its really fun, and full of anger. ...

Innocent I see you, little girl sweet child, baby girl and I watch your small heart breaking- yet again. you’re in my memories, little girl my heart, my dreams, baby ...

Note: This is the first draft of this poem, so any replies regarding how I could make it better would be VERY appreciated! Thanx! (P.S. I can't write poems!) Also, ...

To the weak it's the End. Are you breathing? Then it's not over yet. You're still alive It may hurt like a bitch But you're still breathing right? You're not ...

Drowned you were dead and gone before I found you sprawled in a romantic heap on the sand (but still dead). I tried to breathe some love into your darkness ...

The Hard Facts I am convinced now that this world is a terrible place if it has you in it. You with your tearful eyes, your sad farewells, your red-black ...

Journal Meditation Poem 7-19-05 Dead dragonfly, looking sad and deformed in front of me, as though it caught a glimpse of hard, harsh, and confusing life, screamed, and fumed into ...

An Angel Dreamt Her Life 8-22-05 Sexy shadows, blue alien you, (you) are here, at the edge of a lunatic, thrusting into the dark your grandeur bombs. Sexy shadows, red ...

Ying Yang, Inverted 8-21-05 Heavenscape, inverted crossing cross-section views, the people down Houghton’s streets walking and laughing, singing repressing, grinning... emotional turbulence, hellsca

I’m insane, clown-painted prowler, half an hour from the genius on the table. Indeed you are Brad... nice job. It reminds me of te anime series that just ended after ...

Time has passed and I have healed, So don't think I still feel for you. The tide’s gone out and I've not drowned, So don't think I still bleed for ...

jetlag poetry touche (exit) I keep this gun in the bible you gave me it chases my demons down deep alleyways ending in surreal gun fights that always feature a ...

My daddy still grabs my arm as we're walking along the road and a car plunges forth through the embroidered night. He may be an old black shoe, but I ...

Enjoy todayPersue tomorrowCherish yesterday Grinning everyday behind your back, watching your soft ears turn bright pink, someone once compared you to a lump of red clay. Was it me? I ...

Please stay nearby You know I try To not let your memory Pass me by Do not cry Let me die Just hold my hand And say goodbye No need ...