Young Writers Society

When the Clock Struck. When the clock struck half-past midnight, The faintest glow of blood-red grew Out from under the street light. It throbbed and pulsed with a sinister life ...

Thinking; unending stasis, a living death self perpetuating in the darkness Periods of activity, interspersed by static pulses: there’s an absence of feeling. images perceived and not understood fli

OKay second shot at a first impression....I gave up trying to fix the first poem i posted wasn't worth the trouble, yet after that u kinda fell into a hole ...

hey you pretty little blonde with transparent makeup broken eyeliner, broken eyes that say maybe you’ve seen it all maybe it really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be this ...

They scurry beneath the wooden roof their fat bodies glistening with diamonds as they shiver together, their eyes closed, dreaming of Warmth and Sunlight. They have forgotten what their wolfish ...

A short verse about rude customers. Our customers are very rude And so we serve them fatty foods And then their arterys will clog Their hearts will fail them in ...

strange lightning crackles when near, crush split swift away, aches soothes stings forgets Time removes all things, makes them again. Each thing discharges and absorbs energy. Each thing changes and ...

butterflies I want to be the girl in dusty victorian blues, sitting lonely on the fence, dreaming music, wanting you. There are things I remember that I am afraid to ...

butterflies I want to be the girl in dusty victorian blues, sitting lonely on the fence, dreaming music, wanting you. There are things I remember that I am afraid to ...

To tell every one the truth I hate put downs. They shift their weight on you, you feel like some thing more powerful than you is pulling you down. Some ...

Boxed in Locked out My heart is racing I hear a shout My brain in doubt As I stand out Of this crowd All around Because I am meant to ...

It's when the hour work fails, the seizure takes place Our loss of footmark in time A station where all events park their dates Busy schedules, jam sessions in sight, ...

Have you ever wondered what is in insanity's thought? Now you'll know, I'll tell you, because I've been there and back I've seen myself when my mind and my heart ...

I posted the "sloppy copy" of htis in OTHER in the MISC forum, but once I revised it, I felt it fit here better. It doesnt rhyme, I know, but ...

As the title suggests, after reading Incan's "how to" on writing poetry I got inspired to write this (well, not really, just some of the imagery he used in the ...