Young Writers Society

In one place you follow a period with a capital, other times you do not. Kinda confusing. Also, why is the "i" in the brackets uncapitalised? Also, when you said ...

a hail of brainwashed pride, flooding any particles left in the murky puddles where all the connections withered and died. a catalyst to precipitation, one crack of weakness and a ...

Myopic Hindsight If the earth bucked, split, Swallowed me and chewed Home to jagged pieces, You would remember waves Sifting a castle back to sand. Wouldn’t you? If I screamed ...

The sun gently sets Another day has almost past. Have somehow got through, yet i still feel lost Holding on to the little bit of hope i have left Still ...

The frog jumped over the moon.

I - XIII when we were young we loved everyone in those days we followed the latest craze sugar was the catalyst for our behaviour; meaningful was just a word ...

At first it's only one man. He is wearing a frown and Brown washes over the scene And there he holds a single Clarinet in his hands, though It's doubtful ...

FUCK YOU APATHY Fuck you, television watcher Isolation, the-world-doesn't-touch-you-liar. Artificial adult, hugging America, Western Civilization, hell, soon a pension, knowing that danger is going to

Samsara Senator Sky, A letter arrives, informing you that there is hurt. Trembling through the mail systems, arrives a tear-stained letterized cry. Dabbed with blood, insurance that it’s real. Petit

DOOM ROOM I am slandered, slayed, sprawled out, I shudder, am splayed, I am crucified under the arrogant weight. Stop, Bob-Fucking-Dylan, cuz I know that amphetamines screamed in the late ...

be patient don't rush, take it slow let the wind blow. feel the breeze through your hair, just feel it know one cares. to many things to rush not enough ...

"Wicked creatures are abroad" said old man Leonard Gob "monsters!" cred the child "monsters are much more mild. "Attorneys stock the day lawyers are evil creatures in every way! a ...

On his Birthday.... We were three months past our date, The first green Saturday night lounge, Where we met...and here was his birthday. The red roses, the candles, the wine; ...

Chocolate Twirls and Licorice Gobs, Packets of candy and big toffee globs, OOOH such wonderful things! I bow down to candy, my grateful king. These are the things I know ...

Poem, a mear word, a fragmentation, Of the wonderful feeling, the sensation, Of writing thoughts, to share with others, To give to fathers, to give to mothers. Poem, a strong ...