Young Writers Society

Looking back now I can see you and me, How wild and free we were, Just thinking about how we use to runaway, Put’s me back on this high that ...

This is my weird poem, I posted it because I only just wrote it. I think it's ok My banana My banana is not yellow. It is grey, shrivelled and ...

pendulums of emotion swing above mahogany fireplaces with chimneys to let the steam out and firewood to keep the cauldron boiling; I've pulled out too many petals over you. drowning ...

I liked the last two stanzas. Nice poem.

Last night: a palm of crushed-up Prozac and a throat heated by tea. This afternoon: a black folder polluted with words staining stanzas. You’re the maestro, as you pluck away ...

dude, someday your life will be cut short by some guy in the clouds with a giant pair of scissors. so cross your fingers and 'be prepared' let loose the ...

when you finally see the words they mean, maybe you'll learn to fit in the box they made. and when you go along with the lines they said thinking too ...

sweet tea, arnold palmers sipping slipping southern style the banyan trees waving goodbye in the sweet breeze to the goodbye girl tanning rub, pink chablis is all that she left ...

inspired by a poem of Jack's that was up a while back, fall out girl, I think was the name and an episode of Coupling - the genious show that ...

A single ray of hope shines, an alabaster beam, copper chords of sunlight bathed in crimson rays of steam misty essences of sound tuned once upon a dream turns my ...

floating crimson lights burning angrily in the black, emitting tell tale wisps of swirling smoke that curl towards the sky, and finding the path blocked by crude cement, hang apathetically ...

I like how pink eyeshadow looks under flashing green lights and I like how it feels to be seen. Nothing has ever made me feel so Alive as strange, soft ...

*note! This is a true story* Morning Has Suckéd 9-11-05 Morning has suckéd, like the first morning. Daytime has blown hard, like the first day. Some say it’s apathy, say ...

This is a piece of something I wrote today, and when and if the completed work is posted here, this poem will make the more sense, and perfect sense perchance. ...

Our love went all digital, your current of passion passing through the air and lighting me right up fastforwardingallthetouchesandthekissestheygosofast, until, your head is against my chest, and, it,