Young Writers Society

The world of school is very harsh and cold In this place, those who can handle it show The ones who do, they must be strong and bold Without these ...

drugs, crayon-blonde (Absinthian Dreams Part One of Two)2-11-06I.This is the ecstatic destructionof drugs, crayon blondflashing like capitalist hatred.II.Tomorrow, I’ll smoke you to bedI’ll fuck y

Dancing Inside A Raindrop2-10-06The world is moving fast, quaking like volcanic eruption mania diseasewe’re a disco ball under this excited freedom gin grinbecause I see an entire humanity enrapture

Stars hang in the sky, Like pearls on a drop-necklace; A coronet moon.

mmm. this seems far more grand and dramatic than your latest work. the beginning was full of many...creative ways to sum up over-big-ego-ness. i liked how you tied it in ...

Too many emotions for words My mind become muddled A Unicorn in human form The man who captured my heart Who pulled me from the dark place Has his own ...

Life’s bittersweet Like tears and a smiling face The hills to roll down faster, faster So beautiful In graceful passing - shattering like any other tear but in twice the ...

k... this is for my English class... joy, we have to write a sonnet, by Wednesday... Oh my amazing and sparkling star With soft emerald eyes, and bright auburn hair. ...

Look, Stop, Right there behind you. Can't you see you're not wanted here? An unwelcome stranger, Crossing the gate, You should've stayed on the safe side, But you couldn't wait. ...

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If the answer is no, can I change your mind?" This quote so simply fits me. Here's the truth: It hurts to talk I wish it didn't You always walk ...

You hurt me; I couldn't stand it.... I wanted to hear you but the truth wasn't true; Or maybe it was that I Didn't want to hear it from you ...

I fell in love with a picture of you Strands of hair befall your brow And your eyes look upon another 'Tis a mystery; the person whom your eyes are ...

He comes with the maddening eyes of a bull who's seen red Charging through the open doors of your soul and breaking what left inside Shattering you, the pieces falling ...

She asked once, "what is left if tomorrow is today?" "what is life if there's no change?" Well I just wanted to answer with something that would make her smile.. ...