Young Writers Society

Ok, it might not be terribly hard or all that good, but I want to see if I can fool somebody......here goes. *** Riddle by Tony It lays unmoving throughout ...

2-18-06 Dear journal; six billion of these angsty moments six billion of these good-for-nothing moments, six billion of these “the world is on fire, and I am scared as shit!” ...

(Absinthian Dreams Part Two of Two) 2-12-06 Melting down the street in my happy absinthian dreams, like a magnet I find love I name it you, a kiss of despair, ...

Loneliness comes in a wave of tears, With broken hopes, and isolated fears, where sadness treads, far quite unseen, and no one cares for your well- being, it hits like ...

This was my first writing attempt on this site. I have now edited this poem so hopefully it is a little better than it originally was. Thank you to everyone ...

for miles, there's nothing truly clear, and there's no judgement targeting you. here, only whispers survive long. middle platform is one step down, but the wished-for journey extends. hope that ...

My skin is stretched so thin that people look straight through me. I have not light enough, nor strength enough, nor fixédness enough to shine; therefore I must like a ...

This has to be one of the most crappiest and filthiest things I have ever written. Not dirty, but just terrible. I hate it. But raw emotion comes out like ...

Watching days go by like seconds, As the colour slowly fades, My world is black and grey now, Won’t the troubles leave today? Mondays, Tuesdays, Morning, Night, It blends until ...

I'm aware that your life lines are leaving your body and I'm aware that your twilight's in sight I know the priest cuts you all too shrewdly But I'll stand ...

it's aggresive and bears a ranting style, and i happen to like it. i've taken a while pondering over this, as the first time i read it i was far ...

i don't know why words on lines are so entertaining as they march march across the paper in no particualr order or why my old, chewed on yellow pencil could ...

The still of night guides us through dawn, For day left its burden and settled away. Shadows rise and slowly crawl among us, Figuring the night will keep them awake. ...

Your lips are moist… Wet after sipping a glass of wine Unaware that I am there Just watching you, watching time… A glance at your wrist It’s half past midnight ...

You know I’m no great poet Who can weave words around Meanings, so beautiful and poignant. But just for you I decided To find a metaphor For love. At first ...