Young Writers Society

*head/desk* This was insanely amusing, Brad. Somewhat sick, but then that's you. I'm not sure I can take it seriously enough to actually critique it, although I will say that ...

Ever wonder if everything as we know it is divisible by three-- the father, son and holy ghost? Lying awake you ponder this as your father groans in pain as ...

A force to break My heart in two A blade to cut A bleeding organ Into shreds of nothingness I cannot breathe I cannot think What is this hurt, this ...

Dreams of sunlight Dreams of joy Blending into Starry moments Breathing out And breathing in The world is ever, Ever turning On this water-world we spin

Happy birthday, you dear old sot You arbiter of conning, you father of rot You belong in an asylum (I wonder where I'll find one?) With all the other raving ...

Rhyme rhymes with time And thyme And 'Go out to dine' You can cut down a pine Or say that you're fine Or, rather marvelously, wonderfully divine You can look ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a Sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I Breathe a softer sort of darkness

You know what, I'm just going to keep raping the forum with my poetry until I get some input XD FOR EVA, DREAMING I dated a crap poet back in ...

When a friend dies you can't deny the pain, so you explain it all away. It's denial that runs thick in all of us those who love. And come what ...

Purse your lips against old rolled mary-jane made only from the best imported Columbian black, While you settle back into the sofa of your body and let the wafting smoke ...

I'm still working on it. Twenty miles outside of town, I walk down that winding road. Crossing the borderline, paved in stone. Twisting and turning, reminds me of how life ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I breathe a softer sort of darkness

Killing emotion That human condition Dragging our consciousness into the dust While logic and reason The clearminded decision Are cast by the wayside to molder and rust

As the man studied the crimson Rorschach test left on his bathroom wall, he decided that it reminded him of a butterfly in a frog's mouth, or maybe of cat ...

LENS My life revolves around Rod Stewart and his hopeless optimism, cascading over my cut strings and broken back as I lie in bed next to this week's dream, this ...