Young Writers Society

Étrange The water from the tap is black, I sink in and I’m silent. The ripples are empty and echo. I have a feeling that the soap is washing nothing ...

100 years from now A child will be born and in it's inecnece will cry at all the crueltys of the world upon turning ten years old the child wuold ...

"Bitch"Why do you torment me so?Flaunting your good looksreminding us how pitiful we areyou prance everywhere you go the bouncing magnifying how silky your locks areboys eagerly follow youwanting a ...

Wrote this a while ago, and it's still not how I want it, even though I've had a couple of go's at it revision wise...and critique or comments would be ...

Stay with me or forever go If you leave then i don't want to know. Love me, or let me be Walk away and let me be free. Open your ...

Ever heard of the land of outside-in? People there are rude they never grin! I had to visit there for a week To visit my poor sick Uncle Kreek, He ...

Bitterness Blue-speckled frogs shoot arrows at her They think she is a pole Something to be stuck to when it snows When the cold makes numb the skin When the ...

This is entirely dedicated to Tarver Mathison, Tarver [The Newborn], and William [The Elder], the men who have inspired me so. Here be a short poem for all of you:In ...

everyone's watching but i feel so unpretty everyone's moving and i can't make a sound why does it feel like there are no empty spaces? then the vision is over ...

Tis a Petrarchan sonnet. Gandalf and the Balrog Thongs of fire lashed at Tharkûn the Great,On the narrow pass of the dwarven bridge.He struggled on that precarious ridge,And still could ...

shadowed nights and slicing moonbeams opposite the scintillating sun a kalaidescope of yawning abysses and crystal caverns my heart skips beats as i recover beautiful memories that will again be ...

Before I put down my poem I want you to know that this is not the way I usually write poems and this was a just an experiment...and kind of ...

Don’t. Handing me your plastic smiles, Don’t you have the decency to at least put them on a silver platter first? I know you have many to spare. Won’t. Showing ...

“Hand me a glass of wine, my dear,” The scales on your wrists escape me. Ripple with me above the ground. How is it my head is as smoggy as ...

You'll cry, you'll weep, you'll bawl in shame. When your school status falls, and theres nothing to blame. But You You say your friends are no longer your friends. And ...