Young Writers Society

Here's a short poem. I titled it "Hope and Despair," and it's sort of about feeling defeated and alone. Let me know what you think. Hope, so evasive and fleeting ...

Night calls the living thoughts Day remembers them with fuzzy detail. Connected paths mix with within Falling situations make their place. The thought The mood The passing Become a single ...

That both shocked and made me want a muffin so badly. NEVER SCARE ME AGAIN! Bravo!

My little boy blue My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered, and broken and blue. and I understand now the insanity of love and why the scars ...

I was flicking through an old book The other day and came across A postcard. Just a simple postcard. But withered, and old, Yellow, tea-stained And dirty. But under the ...

Ah, the inspiration of bad news. Enjoy I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter Its always more dramatic if I lie on the floor, looking up at the separatist light. ...

I haven't decided to go with verse A or B, so I put both. Sorry for the repetion. Please tell me what you think. Dishonest, Content I lie to live. ...

* Waiting for gold to fall in your lap rather than creating rainbows for yourself and hiding the treasure somewhere special. ** How many times do you need to make ...

An Ending The solitary man. At the top of the cliff. Looked about. At All the beauty. And Wondered why a world so Beautiful, could have So much sadness. The ...

bouts pour le petit mort the best kept secrets are unkempt, unkept, and unwept: lullabies lukewarm deep in denim jeans – the best laid plans of mice and men are ...

I loved it all... But honestly. Was that take your pants off thing really nessisary. I mean you go from kissing to pants... well, it happens I guess. So forget ...

time stings on as my eyes form a feathery irritation. today (how long ago) hailed of pretentious conversations, fake segregations and neon alterations. yellow eyes remind me of a summer ...

you lie in bed and encourage your eyes to surround yourself with infatuation and glass dolls, broken yet infinitely see-through. you scrawl novels onto the ceiling until your fingernails cry ...

how come you're posting so much, aren't you in russia passing out over 200 proof vodka or something? regardless, this was a scathing and amusing piece of charictarization. I guess ...

A Buzzing Light 7-26-05 The northern light seizes, shudders, new doorbell tinkling pain, new awfulness, new skies exist... At this stage in life, you can’t care what anyone thinks, yet ...