Young Writers Society

Wide and Quaking Blue Mention something In painless prose To remind me who she’s wandering away from Lanking gloriously at half-assed fancy cocktail parties With a martini in one hand ...

It’s stings at the insides of my nose Coarse, stagnant scent Desert(ion) of red A place in half-empty overturned glass My world is crimsom tinted Alight and on fire A ...

How was I to know That today was to be my final day? That my hours were limited, Torn from me as a thief Would steal a wallet. I thought ...

I just wrote this a second ago. I was in a melancholy mood... Any comments? AT THE WINDOW I sit and glance as the seasons pass, At the window. I ...

-force be with you Padawan- the one armed Yoda hangs from the table chained to my keys his eyes closed (shut tight) in thought his head twists side to side ...

clockwork I wish I could see the inner workings of your mind you claim to have misplaced me behind gears and screws that pop off at the ends, loudly- that ...

OK, now it's in the right place I hope! A Shortcut To The Sea The velvet-soft Quiet Of Night. My skin thrills At the touch of Chill wind. Steep steps ...

my eyes come undone. it's the sun, the sun has come. and my thoughts are one. how come? how come you breathe so slowly? short breaths, softs breaths, like they ...

silence and words part playing hide and seek in the dark it’s your surprise i litter you with that blue light and catch your eyes just right the game is ...

i watch as you lick your lips wet and take a drag from your cigarette that filthy habit that disgusting routine how do you make it taste so sweet like ...

There is a dark skinned cowboy who runs the mexican ridges of the Tiajuana river valley his pointed boot spurs glinting in the sun his hat tipped just so and ...

this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...

She speaks with every woman's mouth, bending words and wisdom love hides underneath pressed linen in her dark cedar chest festering and growing tired she doesn't touch the lock she ...

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