Young Writers Society

Well it's been a few months since I've written anything that could be considered poetry, so I thought I'd give it another go. I've probably lost my touch. Enjoy. Snake-Lady ...

Sitting in a dark corner, Unable to move, The nightmare I expierenced, Left me confused. Staring at the body, Laying five feet away, I wish for it to move, But ...

---Based upon actual events, my actual expierence. It's a bit morbid actually, you might find it cruel even. But, I mind not, comment on it. My friends found it hilarious. ...

Drugged Diatribe Canto I Proud beneath colorful and drab delusions that beckon me from the non-truth that always seems to grow, fungally, on my mind. Harbinger! Harbinger! My mind shouts ...

Ring Lost on Road I look out and see it’s not dark yet; the patched roads shimmer in falling drizzle afternoon. A single piece of silver falls from my hand ...

my tongue is dry now, my cheeks are salty from tears, my thoat is clogged with unspoken words. ti prego, non lasciarmi i tried to find you. stumbling through the ...

He struck my heart, he struck my heart badly.His glimmering eyes and sunshiney smile, the warmth you feel when he's around. I am beneath him, I am too young. I'm ...

Lately I've been thinking about my past and some pretty painful things have come up... That, on top of alot of stress, have made life... well... not so great. Anyway, ...

It's always sou'east by south by our navigation; crossing the waves that clatter our fragile bow. Aloft the battered hulk, we stand hand-in-hand and fly footloose in the malicious winds, ...

Swallowing our ribbons When we gather Decorative and verdant We are eating laughter Tonight the air is high-drifting Between us the space is rifting We will be tongue twisting By ...

These feelings are to hard to keep in So much dishonesty, deciet, denial. Is it really worth lies and me committing a sin, when so much is at stake? Perfect, ...

Lost In Yours I lost my hand in yours and we walked the same old route, lost my hand like it’s not been lost before, as we spoke of lake ...

"Poem to xantham gum" was shockingly wonderful! Felt like something I would have read a hardened expatriate American romance poet write....definitely love it.

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

This sickening secret is too much to take Every time I'm around him, I am acting fake. You've lied and cheated, and unfairly involved me But this situation has really ...