Young Writers Society

Respect Is just re-used compliments Dipped in chocolate And served to a woman On a silver platter Men don’t make respect They steal it From another chef And serve it ...

The make up it stains your face and you know it On the outside you’re laughing, smiling, deceiving Waiting for you to crack They say don’t play with fire But ...

Through his eyes the world is perfect. Everything is in its place, Nothing deserves a second thought. Through his eyes the stars sparkle in the night. The moonlight filters in ...

You always have the capacity to surprise me, Incan I think that's what I like best about your poems: you can tell they're yours, but they never get boring because ...

The Way It Is A great land of arrogant fools Forces thoughts on the unsuspecting Sheds the red of shadows Of a source unseen Destruction and death on one side ...

Sitting alone here in the dark Drenched in pain I think of life Its all a game Of win and lose Of breaking through Its all fake Just a game ...

Flapping,breathing cold crisp air. A rider on my back, Hearing him laugh in sheer delight ,and knowing he to enjoys the flight, Is music to my ear. Reluctantly I come ...

Reverse into the field of nothingness and melt into the scenery so no one notices as you slowly DISAPEAR

Im not sure where this came from...deep down I guess. Its funny how emotions can be hidden so well, yet found so easily. -ibelieve_inme Moral meant more to you than ...

You come to me in search of passion. I run through slideshow clips, flashing screaming rain, bleeding ballerinas and opera-war on the backs of your retinas. Blinking them away, these ...

The biting cold jarred the habit-driven masses out of their waking dreamland. The chatter grew as minutes passed and their chariot had not yet arrived to take them to the ...

Teardrop As I silently cry, A little tear falls from my eye. Formed at last from my anguish, Gathered by another's dark wish. Oh me, oh my, the others sigh, ...

[unrefined; rip it to shreds] ... ... ... nose prints on beaded glass and marker-stained palms aside, she wonders how difficult it would be to reclaim the past. not the ...

Tybalt's challenge to Romeo: For the rogue Romeo of Montague: A noble not deservant of thy rank; For who would come in honesty and truth Behind an antic face to ...

I was born in a clearing near a lakemy earliest memories are but little of that timeor maybeit's that i don't want to rememberI still remember from the back of ...