Young Writers Society

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 ...

So the assignment in my creative writing class was to write an Elegy. I'm not that good at poetry so... here it goes. I hope you like it, and I ...

So, I wrote this and figured I'd record it, just for fun and because I haven't recorded anything for a long time. Couldn't quite get it to turn out as ...

You cut beer cakes over my wrists, and I wince - enchanted eyes, you watch my artwork and it burns you, I hope that it turns you away. This is ...