Young Writers Society

Content with His Mediocre Life Content with my mediocre life The day flew past my reality Into the great expanse that is A dream. And it is within This sphere ...

When Time Passes with Quiet Feet When time passes with quiet feet, And the marrow of the earth, Calls out its dismal retreat, And returns to dust in marching beat, ...

The rain is coming down so hard, Pouring through my heart, Trying to fill the holes, That were left behind. The rain pours through it, Harder each time, Runs right ...

Portrait I was all mouth at first- A fleshy ring of anxious need- Insatiable. I hatched a belly to gorge And poked a hollow navel to remind that I am ...

I'm a seascape you painted Look closely, amid the blues and greens You'll see a part of your soul, lost in the waves Yet you've put me aside, lost and ...

Readied guns with bayonets, Sky's darkening seam. Fingers ready and all was set. Everyone's eyes a gleam. Rockets flared up and down they ran, Down the hill, and towards the ...

Better, but too personal. To the casual observer, many of your images don't connect. Not as charming a tactic as it seems. The seperate phrases and images were nice, they ...

running down cobbled streets, did you see the fading lanterns? knocked and broken in retreat, everyone shut their doors. pounding echoes of vibration, the oxygen was inhaled and all the ...

Ok, here's the deal: tell me what image this poem paints for you. I wrote this based on a picture I saw tonight and I'd like to know if what ...

Kind of blew right by me... Very descriptive and had great imagery.

Turn Out the Lights Turn out the lights. Please. I can’t see the stars. I miss the stars. I can’t remember the patterns, the beauty, the glow. But, I know ...

Inspiration! 9-21-05 Possibilities blossom, curling roots extend lightning zings as my mind sings everywhere and everyone will hear this call. Heaven is this manic excitement, while my future is huggi

I’m not underground Yet And you don’t seem to understand That it hurts too much to talk about it I’m not innocent I would be dead by now if I ...

a tug of the tie, two fingers pulling cranberry-red silk loose, a habitual toss of your head making a fold of hair fall into your eyes open collar revealing soft ...

School Again Did your home work, again, Read your school books, again, Did detention for not signing my diary, again. And I'm late, again, So I wait, again, For the ...