Young Writers Society

how come you're posting so much, aren't you in russia passing out over 200 proof vodka or something? regardless, this was a scathing and amusing piece of charictarization. I guess ...

A Buzzing Light 7-26-05 The northern light seizes, shudders, new doorbell tinkling pain, new awfulness, new skies exist... At this stage in life, you can’t care what anyone thinks, yet ...

Vertical monuments of conformity line the ground. Caricatures of the insane engulf the sacred zone. Ripples of light force their permant etch apon my spoted skin. Violent direction randomly applied. ...

you came like lightning and thunder flash bang into my life beautifulwilddangerous a furious cloud cutting through the darkness with raw passion rip it up the first time you look ...

I've been looking at this poem for about an hour wondering what I can actually comment on. The way you use words is almost mesmeric and I have absolutely no ...

Come in dear, child do come in, to thePlace where all your nightmares beginWhere all the horrors made are saidTo dance around inside your headThey never leave their always thereFor ...

Cemetery Heart Opening the gateway to buried mortality. A landscape of serenity, freedom from agony. Our despair and misery now remain deceased, Living souls awaiting death to bring us peace. ...

The Happiest Days of my LifeFeet sticking out round every cornerShrewd comments from behind every doorName calling on the way to EnglishAs they walk behind, need I say more?These are ...

Petrified. Those lids refuse to close Perhaps, they will cease to open once more? I’m I beholding my final scenery of life? Soon to become another haunting memory floating between ...

Hehe. To me, it pretty much was just a load of pants up until the last line: 'you see, the truth is, I don't have a basement or clay jars ...

This is the end of a story I am writing. The last two lines from the two main characters Jess and Joanie and the poem. Here in Gethsemane “We okay ...

beautiful guitars and mesmeric music taught you the ninetyseventytwo style, and since you could only afford unlicensed radio time you refused to cut your hair and a lovechild was born ...

already your face has become blurred. a static image, faltering in my minds eye. even as i write this, the shape of your mouth is fading from my mind. but ...

Hullo. The Haiku is entitled "To Be Dead: Haiku." Tell me what ye think... 7-19-05 To be dragonfly; dead. To be gone; to be sky, and spirit, and s*n. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

7-19-05 I’d like to see you, sprawled out, splayed naked beneath the remorseless summer sun to feel you, breathing with pillows of bitter softness, and long-dried tears... The things that’ve ...