Young Writers Society

Untitled I stare at a regular piece of paper and it occurs to me it can represent me. Paper starts of as a tiny seed like a child in the ...

I got chills reading this and it actually kind of scared me. You're starting to get like Jon Foreman--vaaaaaague. But hey, Jon Foreman won an award for being vague. However, ...

I wrote this with King Max (my brother) a bit ago while we were camping. It’s mostly about him... but I don’t like the flow of it. And I think ...

this is for one of my best friends Robert, he and I have this running joke in spanish: I call him smart as a head of lettuce and he calls ...

memor, immemor [Trans. remembering, forgetting] I felt nothing. No moving of the heavens, no earth-quake trembling moment rocked me from my sleep (the slumber of the ignorant) to wake me ...

Here's a song I wrote. The concept is still a bit unclear even to myself, but it's basically about fitting in and my personal girl troubles. Hope you'll enjoy it. ...

I wrote this early in the morning, I think it's my most creative time, or maybe I was just tired and confused...*shrug* I don't share my poetry... well, today would ...

Momentum I’ve laced my shoes and slouched my socks And hit the pavement, Jogging. I’m not warmed up; I’m not prepared, And yet I’ve started Running. I’ve reached the crest; ...

8-28-05 (The Most Poetic Day I Shall Ever Live) If I live to be two thousand long years old, then never shall I forget the rareness, awe, and sure, pure ...

It's hard to see the light when you stare into countless shadows, hidden behind the facade, a veil of drunken voices and a chorus that impounds your heart - move ...

This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

Darkness covers all of me. Its like whenever I move I Kill something, I hurt something. Its just like theres a shadow over me. Controling everything I do, Everything I ...

Blank Paper (aka Writers Block) down in the dark where ideas lurk like twisting steamy vapours amidst cold trees; there you will find me sitting alone and wondering at a ...

“Diana” Visions of pink Care Bears called “Rainbow” And movie scenes in black and white Flicker across my mind before they Collide with combat boots And camouflage paint smeared across ...

I blame this all on Thomas, it's all his fault. In class today he was trying to say, My shirt is black: mi camiseta es negra, but instead he said, ...