Young Writers Society

I can be as broken as you make me feel, just pretend I'm not real. I'll sit right next to you and hold your hand I'll be there if you ...

I want to take up my thoughts of you and throw them in a fire to watch them slowly burn. I want to rip out your heart, tear it slowly ...

It's kind of short, but I like it. I wrote it a while ago, maybe two years, but it has always stuck with me. Many a Rose Has wilted and ...

Just something a little different that I thought of in the spur of the moment. Suggestions are, of course, welcome so keep 'em coming. See if you can guess what ...

Well, I decided earlier today that I wanted to write a poem. The universal question popped into my head: about what? So, while I was browsing (my hero website) I ...

I'd like to think I've improved since then, though I suppose I'm the best judge of that seeing as most of my poetry I've posted on here is rather old...I'm ...

Look at me Do you see? These permanent lines You’ve etched into my face Look at me Do you refuse to listen? To the nightmares that haunt me The ones ...

Running down the streets, Like there’s no tomorrow, My tan overcoat flying As I tiptoe though the brick sidewalks, Racing past brimstone apartment by another, By each rosebush, and each ...

It throbs in my mouth tonight like a jealousy, like a thwarted hate. As the deep reeks beyond the window on a saturdaynight of cold, of hot rum and warm ...

The reins of reason may have slipped Momentarily from my grip. I wasn't worried, it was not the first time It would not go too far - I never do. ...

Confusion The mind works one way and the heart another, but when they work together something beautiful is created. Little can be needed to break this and much is needed ...

I remember sailing across the oceans, finding myself lost and drowning until your hands picked me up and became my guide, my sanctuary. I happily sailed through your tub of ...

I carry you in my bones, Drag you around in my chest; You are an unwanted stone Buried deep into my flesh. Where are you when I hear Your voice, ...

ok, this is my first time posting here and I´m kinda a bit scared to do so since I´m not a that good writer, but I rlly wanna know what ...

all you lovers of time, join in the streets! come with your bangles and pockets and your verdigris roofs to claim your rightful due. this is not the end for ...