Young Writers Society

:Edits in Italics: if only you could calm me down in my damned staccato lifestyle cos i'm tired of all you've never given and i'm tired of losing you to ...

Days gone by Nights have flied Wishes have been dreamt Prayers left unsaid Everyone is sleeping Everyone but you Creeping around Up and down Worrying to the ground Pacing around ...

She was beat 11 times, By her father-she thinks She was afraid, Oh yes she was, She could not even blink. But listen to her, just right now, "It wasn't ...

I never knew When I held you close How lucky I really was But now as I sit Tears trapped In my heart I can see I had it all ...

I'm at your feet, Tears in my eyes, Can't hold on, Can't say good bye. So tired of putting on this smile, I know all I'll ever be to you, ...

[i]Wrote this last night...late. Not really sure what I was trying to say. Rhythm's off, any suggestions?[/i] You move like a rag doll A lost, absent rag doll Flopping where ...

As a horse lover, I just wrote this poem. I really love horses and exspcially racing. So I wrote this story for a racehorse, no certain one, but for all. ...

Okay, so this is a different poem... but I kinda liked it. The Box No Box Exists In Life, It only lives. It is the invisible wall, Between me and ...

Here's a little clue of what to do, if your son's best mate is Vanessa. If he likes to dance, swaps horror for romance, And applies for work ex as ...

Written while still trembling after a particularly nasty encounter with a critic on fictionpress...still makes my stomach hurt, oddly enough. I'm sure a lot of you will be able to ...

This is Alexis, be gentle with her, she's very fragile, and I'm hoping to get a few more poems out of her. ___________________________________________________ At the spot in the room where ...

Light. It fell on a quivering, sensitive mouth. Lips. Lips were mouthing words, Words I did not want to hear. Pain. Absorbing, beautiful pain. Pain eased itself through every pore ...

She opened her door, Inviting him in, Never really knowing, He wasn't there to help. He came in and smiled, Looked around then sat down, Turned on the TV, Didn't ...

More stream of conciousness poetry. This one is about a little town I visited in China this past summer. It made me sad. I'll translate the little bit at the ...

we're gonna say this is the right place for this poem, as it reflects a wish of mine. which qualifies, right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Scent of talcumn gentle floats through the air. Collar ...