Young Writers Society

Here whisks the butterfly named virgin, windowsill, it sits and stares into the darkness we all merge in, to where our passions sweep and surge in, before it sails on ...

Everything feels a little like Misery, And it all seems so melodramatic But I can't seem to think my way out The only strength I can find is my love ...

mastering.the.cut I am heavy of the mind and running out of ways to understand the black leaguing battalions launching greek fire into my battlements: armed with the old cracked men ...

If you count to ten Then count to three You’re thirteen steps ahead of me But if you count infinity I’m closer than you’ll ever be

Don't let these troubles come down and splatter you Like rain from the dark clouds, dangerous and wet. Force you to the ground, then drench and depress you, As tears ...

Houdini (the guinea pig) Quiet and Sweet Cute little feet Black and white Never fights Sits in laps Takes short naps Scurries around Working off pounds Cleaning cages Chewed up ...

*head/desk* This was insanely amusing, Brad. Somewhat sick, but then that's you. I'm not sure I can take it seriously enough to actually critique it, although I will say that ...

Ever wonder if everything as we know it is divisible by three-- the father, son and holy ghost? Lying awake you ponder this as your father groans in pain as ...

A force to break My heart in two A blade to cut A bleeding organ Into shreds of nothingness I cannot breathe I cannot think What is this hurt, this ...

Dreams of sunlight Dreams of joy Blending into Starry moments Breathing out And breathing in The world is ever, Ever turning On this water-world we spin

Happy birthday, you dear old sot You arbiter of conning, you father of rot You belong in an asylum (I wonder where I'll find one?) With all the other raving ...

Rhyme rhymes with time And thyme And 'Go out to dine' You can cut down a pine Or say that you're fine Or, rather marvelously, wonderfully divine You can look ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a Sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I Breathe a softer sort of darkness

You know what, I'm just going to keep raping the forum with my poetry until I get some input XD FOR EVA, DREAMING I dated a crap poet back in ...

When a friend dies you can't deny the pain, so you explain it all away. It's denial that runs thick in all of us those who love. And come what ...