Young Writers Society

inspired by a poem of Jack's that was up a while back, fall out girl, I think was the name and an episode of Coupling - the genious show that ...

A single ray of hope shines, an alabaster beam, copper chords of sunlight bathed in crimson rays of steam misty essences of sound tuned once upon a dream turns my ...

floating crimson lights burning angrily in the black, emitting tell tale wisps of swirling smoke that curl towards the sky, and finding the path blocked by crude cement, hang apathetically ...

I like how pink eyeshadow looks under flashing green lights and I like how it feels to be seen. Nothing has ever made me feel so Alive as strange, soft ...

*note! This is a true story* Morning Has Suckéd 9-11-05 Morning has suckéd, like the first morning. Daytime has blown hard, like the first day. Some say it’s apathy, say ...

This is a piece of something I wrote today, and when and if the completed work is posted here, this poem will make the more sense, and perfect sense perchance. ...

Our love went all digital, your current of passion passing through the air and lighting me right up fastforwardingallthetouchesandthekissestheygosofast, until, your head is against my chest, and, it,

I loved this line - "and stare at the lava lamps [eachother]?" Nice. Otherwise, do you really want more praise? I didn't really like the last stanza, it kinda killed ...

I'm no cosmopolite. My home is amongst black Billabong thongs, green pinecones and torn envelopes proclaiming love. The quagmire I struggle to stand in has been invaded by loudness that ...

her eager eye finds the the agony in peace while her desperate heart finds the love in war she's driven home by a lonely stranger who offers her a few ...

A Mass of Swirling Water It came as our death sentence, a huge, spinning mass, swirling in circles, tummeling in sheets of death, like daggers, a million tiny daggers destroying ...

Your eyelashes flicker my cheek lightly and your tiny fingers find my hand. It's a wonder they don't disintegrate when I kiss them, and that you are never squashed when ...

who do you think i am? i dont judge not you, not anyone i dont play games not with love i dont gamble not with our friendship i dont drink ...

[pre] Mona was pinning up her hair this morning and counting every minute of seven years She looked in the mirror and saw a face Which didn't look like it ...

The dream of you and me when we share our vows I'll wait for you...will you wait for me when our love comes shining through It'll mean so much to ...