Young Writers Society

I posted this originally on TSR, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to post here either. So if it looks familiar, don't be alarmed! ..........***.......... she adjusts her fake pearls ...

This is an old one that I just "dug up" haha...found it in a folder and liked it so figured I'd post it here for polishing. Lessons in Anatomy dead ...

I couldnt figure where to put this, so it ended up here, like most of my stuff! Needs a bit of work, but its only a first draft so help ...

They say there’s gold beyond the rainbow, Beyond the liquid crystals. I say our minds are driven, Driven by our wicked sight. I’ve seen beyond the rainbow, It's colored black ...

This is how you feel the flow of fire, as it pulls you taut and graceful in stadium lights. Blare down at the brass instruments, bellowing the final tidal note ...

Face paint makes our show that of inkblots. Tossing sabers and fire, talent burns the grass bare As we are behind circus curtains clandestine. Overtime, every pore erupts in sweat ...

A poem I had written when I was going through a few issues with myself, and then had decided to present it to my band in the form of lyrics. ...

Here is one of my oldest works of genius. I did not post it previously because I wanted to make sure such talent could be properly appreciated here. Well, I ...

One day I will learn to find Times New Roman as beautiful as the words I set down. I. You bleed fiber under a sweaty sun, perspiration dribbling from heavens ...

Unspoken words, a thousand to think of, each chinks of ice thinning my blood; Steel souls form diadems, flavored saccharine. But as useless as the space between our heartbeats, I ...

My floor is littered with the pages of things left unsaid, muffled voices that still call out from empty closets unceasingly wishing to be heard, but I will not allow ...

Yes, this poem is long, but all critiques are greatly appreciated!!! This really lays open my inner-most feelings, so be thorough and gentle. “Observation from the Back Stair” By K.J. ...

I wrote this little piece for myself. I deem it rather appropriate for today, as I am celebrating my 701 year in Paris, Texas. Sharty, gleaming Sharty Pride of the ...

This is the last time it will be like this. Leaves crinkling underneath my yielding broom as I fight the urge to straddle it, flash a wicked grin and instead ...

Is heaven reserved only for those with a gleam of divinity in their eyes? Only for those able to grapple the fact that they are damned— (damn fools) or rather ...