Young Writers Society

I would like to apologize to Shawn You were right and i was wrong Nothing is worth losing our friendship I was mean and untrue I should have stood right ...

Memoires of Poison-Kissings *originally titled "Memoire of Samsara Celebrations", I changed it because I thought you folks would like it more. Tell me I was wrong, please, because I prefer ...

Strawberry pink on the decisive blue lines As the taste of postage stamps linger on tongues Flashing by countless bright yellow street signs Here we have fallen - so honest, ...

It's Mother's Day tomorrow and i want to give this poemto my mum, so any comments will be greatly appreciated. For all that you have given me For all the ...

k so i dont usually post my stuff places but decided to try and see She has so much, But left with so little, Crying out for help, And wanting ...

Dust embraces the morning Like a freshly fallen dew And the steam from the tipple Extols its weary wisdom, Chanting in whistles and The grinding of rotors. The unquestioning miners ...

Only a Lost Child "To betray is to love without choosing," you said as we stood alone at twilight. I only bit the inside of my lip and looked at ...

I really like this. Nothing else to say, I guess. Just good work.. -*Shimmer

Yesterday, at a quarter to two, I walked into a class. A class like none I'd had before Like none I'll ever have. This class that they call Calculus- How ...

I should probably type an introduction here, but I am not sure how to go about that without rambling on and on, essentially forever. If you need any clarification on ...

I like my man as I do my huevos: Over-easy, on hash, And two at a time.

Ptolemy is my lover, Roy G Biv stole my virginity. Strike me with your gamma rays- Whisper something revolutionary.

Amazing thing evolution: Man may now walk upright, But he still speaks like a Fucking Neanderthal. I know, this was sort of pointless...

Strike a blow from behind But in my heart, I did not bow. Strike my cheek in spite But in my mind, I did not blush. Strike a match to ...

[pre]My core fled and escaped to her hand, and the mere thought of her beauty chills me with its reality; I fear my iniquity, my avid seed. If to be ...