Young Writers Society

If there was time-traveling, this is it fingers lingering over embossed letters on cheap hallmark cards -- Christmas has come, rejoice! And in the corner scrawled out by an arthritic ...

Not everyone can find something That keeps them in the game, Not everyone can prove to you They've always had the strength. Some people search for anything For something that ...

As a young child I loved life New places, faces and names, But I grew to hate myself And did it ever end? I would look into the mirror, See ...

I love you all to death Let death not be the end, Every lasting connection For everyone to tend. A single seed creates A life that'll carry through, Te memories ...

Never say goodbye to me, I promise to see you soon, Why do you hold such fear in your eyes? Why do I see you cry? This time, place nor ...

Ah, I really enjoyed reading this Brad. Unlike some of your more abstract pieces, lol, this is great. Imagery was awesome and it flowed extremely well. Just enjoyable really. Have ...

I met a man this morning,Dressed all in red and white,And the only words he spoke were,"Don't wait up for me tonight".His hair was white and silky,His face was plump ...

Hermes's headlights breast the horizon and we stand side-by-side, casting shadows across the River Stix, black and etched asphalt, a thousand graffiti souls steaming on the surface. Clutching my thin ...

"Let me in," the Teacher said, and knocked upon the door. The Man jumped quickly out of bed and stomped across the floor. The Teacher held his ink and pen, ...

A box is all that surrounds me, a cage is my home. I watch the birds fly, as free as can be. I long for hope, so I may sore, ...

We can not fight more than we fought today, It can not hurt more than it has hurt today, My heart has bled for you, My sole has wept for ...

The the skeleton swings From the gnarled tree Black against the moonlight Swinging from it's twisted gallows Creaking as the chill winds blow Groaning as in living pain Suffering years ...

The Spirit Writer The spirit writer uses his keyboard, he ruins my life from above. Right now he is killing me from the inside, my only hope is the dove. ...

As the sun rises I am born anew. The shadow I feared is gone. Life is returning to everything I know. I am now free, with a new awakening.

Whoa. I'll be honest. Usually I read your poetry, just out of curiosity, and then I pass it up without a review. I mean, really, who am I to critique ...