Young Writers Society

Sleeping Along the Roadside 12-26-05 Tangle me up and we’ll slide Temple dreams and fragrant blankets echoes of a lost place peaceful reactions, explosions, and weeping from highway to highway ...

Requiem They hate me, why? What I do I try hard to please them, But to no avail. They never wanted me; I realize that now Why they hate me? ...

Flurry Undo the dreams of my night Touch me to make me feel I live Hold me so that I can cower In the radiance that only time could weave. ...

The incense of your body slides over my face. So I lean back and feel it Would you caress me with your chivalry? Fooled by your politician’s smile, your voice ...

an attempt at a new style of poetry. bleed me blue opium bleeds me blue so blue. did you feel it’s raining snowy splinters of glass? this has shaken us ...

This is a very... involved poem. The rhythm, and how it related to the content (especially the last few lines) are very important, and a bit hard to understand. I ...

After dark on a moonless night, When no stars shone and nothing was bright I saw someone climbing through my window More followed him all lined in a row. They ...

Soon the Departure to Avalon This, the very substance of this, Of the magnitude of what they will tear apart And pull down Or draw together For the sake of ...

I want to fade away Were I can think no thoughts no more Were I can feel no feelings or senses Were I shall escape this circle of hell And ...

I hate my life the way it is I wish it were the way it was I hate the pain which floods through my veins I hate being lost and ...

Friendship's TimelineBy Elizabeth Mathers12/23/05 We have come a long way from Spitting contests to Barbie shows Where I would always end up making one die And you would always make ...

The cat and the mongoose went sailing on a boat They were balming each other for not bringing a coat The boat ran aground But none of them drowned Because ...

Staring upon blank canvas No acquaintance of pen and paper Nor the will to create thus so But solemn breath seeps through Exhaling a perilous word Of unkindly demise to ...

The eyes in the mirror stare back at her, The nose in the mirror is similar To yours. She touches her face You shiver, You see her face slowly wither. ...

Grey Angel Baby by deadrose ocher rivers pathe the way for cascading tears beauty raped of innocence lies crumpled at my feet welts of gold, bubble on the skin and ...