Young Writers Society

ahh political science, such a great class to doze off in. I was at Crater Lake last weekend, snowboarding with some friends of mine, this inspired this piece. My own ...

something I have been working on for awhile and still not so sure about. -Elephant- -------------------------------- SECOND EDIT! I have issues that I need to solve alone... it's itching along ...

The effervescence of my beer escapes my lips as my mouth parts and my eyes close It's as if the walls of the room conform to the shape of your ...

p.s. R-heehee What blasphemy is this- that rattles the earth's core the dogs howl, and cats meow as buildings shake and roar Who had the bright idea to make the ...

I liked the last stanza, but that was about it. I never understand your poetry anymore...I used to fanatically love it. But your style and writing has changed a lot, ...

The pew is hard To sit in, and I feel my Fingers trembling in the cold. And the words of St. Paul Echo through the steely microphone “Just as through ...

Princess Besses There once was a princess named Besses, Who had the most glorious tresses. She was always aware Of her voluminous hair That caught when they zipped up her ...

hey guys. well i wouldn't exactly call this a poem but its the closest it gets: my poem is on my siggy : ...we all know you wanna kiss him...go ...

Being in love with you Is like yoga My mind So serene Floating in the heavens My eyes closed With visions of us Dancing upon the clouds Bathing in a ...

She walked In shoes she denied were too small Along the cliffpath towards the sea The sun had long since set And the breeze turned into a wind Fluttering her ...

here I am standing at your doorstep waiting for you wishing that the rose in my hand hadn’t died pedal by pedal each one falls to the ground as if ...

A crow blinked . Opals. Eyes snap shut in a white flash, Open. I am gone.

(I don't think I've written a haiku in a decade. Maybe there's a reason for that) Child on the outside Young lady falling behind Woman still searching

Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better On a Tuesday For it was an afternoon Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin Where the kisses are saved ...

I always hated that cold, dead doll, The one with the straight-through stare, The one who sat aloft and watched, The one who couldn't care. She knows every sharp-edged secret, ...