Young Writers Society

Wise Cotton-Candy Quest My imagination fingers the crevasses of my mind, poring through memories with ice-cold fingers that make me scream in sexual elation. My memory massages; in, out, perfect ...

Her laughter's a distracter, As you look into her eyes. She's quick to say hello But terrible with goodbyes. She's confusing, used to losing, Stubborn at the start. The mirror ...

THIRD EDIT... The Wreckage of the Tomb I thought I saw the sea of death curling over the sighing horizon and swiftly did The Dark Mortality catch the shift in ...

Jack is to blame for this, I just read perfection and was yeah all your fault, Jack, not that I mind though... CL Skin Deep the dips in your skin ...

I like the first two stanzas the best, though I like the whole poem. Yep...

If I were to see myself as you see me I would be an ugly thing. I would be a reflection of words and opinions all wrong jumbled together to ...

from lancaster they came the class of '45 fiery demons with wings and sharp tails did you see their phosphoric eyes or the gleam of 7.62 browning arms collapsing buildings ...

It's amazing how you can make me crumble without saying a word Your love consists of hate and I can't stand that But I love your hate and your poison ...

The sounds are fading Drifting back into nothingness Like the moments of yesterday That we let slip by Silence And in that stillness I hear what we try to drown ...

Doctor, come quick My heart just might break What can you prescribe For this awful heartache? What I need is you To get over this illness The real truth is ...

I liked to lie on your bed and just be If I lie on my own bed and be I am just being alone. But no, no more of this ...

I am like the dunes in the deserts Beneath the wind I shift and change, I twist and turn, new dunes rise, old ones fall, but in the end, it ...

I of course am not the author, rather the sub-creative author(in other words, realistically-I wrote it, fantastically-The faithful Numenoreans sung it ) Oh Aster in the Sky Oh white aster ...

keep still we stopped at the café by the harbor docks talked for an hour in the window seat of how you'd take me south in the winter you drank ...

This is a post of two poems in one POST. First one is "Lies" the second, "Fake." I hope you enjoy them both. "LIES" ‘Well I love you.’ What a ...