Young Writers Society

Letting your soul Invite breath into your body For years to come, you wish it was Eternal.... but it will end.

There are no limitations, To my celebrations of the coast. The water is smooth, And to prove it I can feel The soft as silk waves, I see a boy ...

The picture the eyes perceive; the skin deep cover an empty scaffold waiting to be filled. There is nothing there but pastel colours and botox emotions-- the cover up of ...

Pathetic on the cushions; I burn a hole into the rug and you, simply sinking deeper in quicksand security. Deathtrap: I'm not bothering to grapple across the miles between us. ...

we drifted to nuances -- awoken in the moonlight, shades of corporeal in skeleton words; our minds gently electric - sparkled like ghosts, glazed with tangibility. we existed as one, ...

Slick Jimmy is SUCH a tool. -Slick Jimmy He's one of the crowd and speaks up aloud of things he may not understand. He's a tool of sorts but just ...

Note to all readers and critics! This poem is broken into the three parts. I rearranged the parts to place it in the way I wanted it to be read ...

“An Impending Fate” In three hundred years When trivial seem these fears Of global warming And a church reforming. When democracy falls And fire lines the halls. When the Monarch ...

My Blue Crayon committed suicide An ocean away from lonliness, I share in the plight of failure; I use my blue crayon to speak of solitude.

The blissfulness Of listlessness Lying in a sweet summer blanket Wrapped in heat and swarms Of honeyed sunbeams Requisites of helium Exploding infinitely Consuming endlessly Yearning slightly for Less

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It is perhaps an inexplicable passion for self-improvement... that we possess. So give me your revolutionary writers with their lives cut too short Who serve to excite the immovable And ...

I don't do poetry - I've tried in the past, and failed. I just seem to have lots of trouble doing it (and have lots of respect for those who ...

The world must be different, for those who can do the splits. Spread their legs around the world. In Tokyo, I see a foot. In Canada, I see an eye. ...

Is It Real? Tied: To be bound. I can't escape emotions. They haunt me. They stalk me. They watch me. But it isn't as if they're living in my dreams. ...