Young Writers Society

Edited by the uberly awesome Calleeey! =3 Dance, american girl, dance on the crazy beat. Pour your soul out on the floor, and dance. Feel the power of the dj ...

Clean Room Blues i am all alone I sigh' clean rooms stink! i have no hiding places and it feels like its someone Else's room not mine superficial fake hotel ...

arched across the gallows pole the writing of my name, do not leave the ecstasy of what so long ago- Listen the pixies whisper words of warning to whoever wanders ...

I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime Licking cups, licking lips You may be older, but I’m Mature – I am star figurine of middle school I barely ...

I'd make you my writing if only i could, Dear to me no matter how good. The happy ending of my huge strife, the essential influence, the story of my ...

This is part of a poem I am writing for a friend (her birthday present actually), and I was wondering, for all who speak spanish out there (or not) if ...

I think this is the right rating... all comments, crits, suggestions welcome. CL m.a.l.a.i.s.e -I am going to die- she whimpers fingers gouging at my scalp tangledbrambles in my hair ...

It goes on kind of long, but it does offer some interesting images, my favorite being the square tiles. I think you're trying to symbolize a coldness... after all, tile ...

These steps that led to heaven, These roads that led to earth, are all that life has given, the cross of death and birth. These hands that help the young ...

these are two...not so good poems that are rather short. so i'll save bulletin space. Cement and Lovers Rough – here comes the passion’s play. Breath – I’m gasping life ...

Ok, here's another one of my favorites and it's a rough draft and more spoken word than my typical poetry, so keep that in mind.... Reach out for me, I'll ...

this was a quick one, and its not my best. it was one of those, out of my head moments i plotted onto word. I crave for hope in your ...

boy friend girl friend it's all the same no matter what they can back you feel lame they mack you fill full with their pull but don't forget they can ...

friends they can be loving, careing,and nicebut the other times they can back stab you talk about you behind your backbut yet you can't forget what they have done you ...

Fire tongues leave black scraps In it’s weary wake Charcoal dreams and fallen angels All express their pain Struggling still to snap, to break Before the acid rain I’ve wandered ...