Young Writers Society

August 3rd Things never stay the same Break my psychadelic waves of nausea, bringing me back to the surface, spluttering and coughing up so many multi-coloured dreams. Beneath your bed ...

[i]This is one of the shortest poems i have written for the last three years! Read on! [/i] The One-Way Ladder There is a ladder, an eternal one, NO one ...

Mighty Chopsticks In the hand Of The Supreme Spider Warrior Send chills down spider arms But not their legs And then they swim away But not fast enough For None ...

An overly taut piece of night, so dark, cool and lovely, flowed above and about my head atop a sliver of bone that shone and glimmered A delicate tracery of ...

"Still-Life with Buffalo" By K.J. Hascall Revised 6/15/06 I cannot write lofty prose about Trafalgar Square, for I have never set foot on English soil – neither can I comment ...

Inspired by the Big Head Todd and the Monsters song "Bittersweet." Title suggestions are greatly appreciated! Some of the line breaks are bit off because of the format of this ...

This sonnet has no name, if anyone can suggest one that would be useful. Enjoy. Look up high and maybe you will see, Soaring in the open clear azure, A ...

Nothing can rival my first piece of magnificence, but this comes close. I like sharks I like sharks And money And money I'm so rich I own a shark Someday ...

I think this is one of the best poems I've read of yours, Brad. (No wonder that you won best poet on the site! ) There's just one minor mistake ...

There is another within me. He is a wild man, Laughing and cavorting around in merriment; Brothers we are This man that lives in me is a wise man, Yet ...

It is peaceful here The soft ground littered with pine needles The pines reaching up into the darkened glade Foreboding, until you enter And it seems that you are swallowed ...

Let it drown away the pain Nothing can harm me from behind this wall This invisible barrier Them foes strike feebly at it b-b-but it cannot touch me My eyes ...

I sit at the dinner table in a room bedecked in age old history Time is a frenzied whirlwind in my ears Tearing past, blurring colors and shapes in its ...

It begins in the depths of your core A rising A gathering of passion beyond description Cresting forth in an arch A tingling in the fingers That cannot be ignored ...

* Is it true what you've said about love? ** Trace your fingers across the line of her jaw, up her hairline and touch her quivering lips As her breath ...