Young Writers Society

Hi, you know me as Crysi! I AM ALWAYS Hyper, hyper, hyper day in and out! *Bouncing off the walls and roof* My best friend in this entire universe a-ma-jigger ...

samthenthulus neblustarvegakr to Sammy A. Textbooks made out of five endangered Sequoias and emo tartans run down Your skin Crossroads and tupac danced Rhythmandblues: a cat stevens mirrored life Tech

my sushi blueboy to Sean C. when i think of you. i think of you in shades of pink and blue. electricblueblondeboy full of waterwishes and half cocked smiles (similes) ...

How can you hurt so badly, Yet no one knows how bad, You let it build inside you, until you erupt, and can't take it, You put the gun to ...

Anyone who reads my poetry on the site knows that I am not a very good poet. Here's my final attempt at poetry, I swear. I'm just trying to get ...

the clouds were bleeding acid rain and they sprayed graffiti with messages of love the walls were illuminated in the moonlight and they recycled broken hearts for the poor with ...

Pretty darn me it felt like a trip of self-realisation well-portrayed, without getting stuck in long words.

Hey, Morgan, I don't know if you even remember this, it was a couple days before my birthday.... Third Place in TYWC Poetry Contest... hehe. If you're mad that I ...

Enjoy. Poetica Only one breath to take in the lights, we found what no one else ever wanted. Alive and well and nearly there, this reminds me of a saying ...

I hate poetry! It throttles the soul of writing And forces the words to come out Then it warps them further till they’re Twisted hopelessly beyond help. I hate poetry! ...

(No preamble. Here's my sonnet) Are you sorry for everything you said, And all the things you forgot to say too, When everything got so complicated, And you said I ...

what do you call it when another guy's arm is hugging you close, under a single umbrella, when it's pouring down? and you love the rain so you try to ...

So this is the time of teenage kicks Let’s all go out and get pissed There's time to learn, and time to grow But we're not afraid to let feelings ...

NOTE: If you haven't already read it, I would encourage you to read this: forum/viewtopic.php?t=1377&start=0&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=summer+aint+reality before reading the following poem. -

you always pray for thunderstorms the night before so tomorrow's skirmishes are a foregone conclusion your wallet is full of useless notes and a collection of slowly decaying pennies that ...