Young Writers Society

This is just a silly poem but anyways enjoy crazy kay has gone away. whereto does crazy kay go? over that hill she goes. bad terrible crazy kay to go ...

RESPONSE He woke to find your letter in his hand, crossword-cryptic, and without a name; wandering, the way that poets do with teary script like roses in the rain. The ...

Did you hear the cries of the severed ones, who left a trail of blood when they left the road, taking the wrong exit and using the wrong gear. Well, ...

* This is a school assignment to let you know, and I just put it up for fun.* The trouble with cats, I'm afraid to say, is that most like ...

*I don't expect this to be too good because I wrote it in fourth grade. Just wanted to see how you guys liked it.* The wind, The wind, It sings ...

Nothing is better than wasting my days on you Knowing that some part of me will fade as you become clearer does not sting so much I'm aware that you ...

So in my English class we are finally doing something that I love. Writing poetry! So here is my poem for today. Critique it like a teacher. A, A-,B+ B, ...

The ghost I am afraid of is the kind that unearths dark treasures with forgotten maps. i didn't like this line for some reason. otherwise, i found the entire thing, ...

I am me I am who I am That’s all I can be The person who runs my life is me I’m no queen of Siam Or some other country ...

So as a class assignment one day, my English 110 professor tells the class to write a paragraph of "where our mind is." So i did just that, but then ...

A solemn imprint of ruin locked within an echoing prison mending the fabrics of time it's stored within halls halls of misery slowly crumbling concealing secrets within the layers displaying ...

What! A test? surely you jest Because I haven't studied one bit but I find it's no joke then I feel I might choke That I need to lay down ...

Here I am in a giant maze. It's so hard to find a way out. I see hope and follow her gaze, to a place I only dream about. The ...

It belongs to no building It bears no art It merely stands amidst a battle; one that has been fought since it was built. And you can see the holes ...

2-5-06I.We never read the shapes of words anymore,nor the succulent-smooth tastenor their echoey sound in mighty cathedralsnor their color, black and infinitely warmand sinfulnor the author on the oth