Young Writers Society

Ok...i was writing this and couldn't write anymore so i stopped. a better ending is in order. your shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkle remind me of summers ...

this is me in a drunken stupor. i suggest you take the time out, now, to rip something of mine to shreds before i catch a brainwave and remove this. ...

how much courage does it take to surrender to gravity? for a moment, at least, you are above it all, a high wind whipping your greasy hair and pizza stained ...

I ain't never seen a poor white guy in the world Maybe 'cause all the white folks are workin' and aint' got no trouble findin' jobs I ain't never seen ...

OK...this poem is another reason why I hope no one from school ever finds this web page. This is about this guy I know...long story. But I really like this. ...

your barely audible whispers amongst the constant echoes the fading, constant echoes of repetitive dance beats and background dance beats and the nonsensical chatter of digitally edited females near sparkling ...

Dark and mysterious stranger, Walk my way, Tell me something, But tell me nothing, To give you away. I’ll know I’ll want you. And you’ll know it too. But I ...

[pre]Dark and mysterious stranger, Walk my way, Tell me something, But tell me nothing, To give you away. I’ll know I’ll want you. And you’ll know it too. But I ...

I need hard, honest critisism,pleeeeeeeez. I believe everyone Can have an opinion on the matter. I used to be idealistic, And what's called a romantic, But that was before. It ...

Think you're going to be in the spotlight Try looking around you You don't live in your own fairy tale You live in a world that's tough Try getting a ...

Your poem is quite strange in its writing, but unique in its point. "Does the satin on your bed remind you of white walls, fresh paint, the smell of new ...

I am so c-major chord it hurts. To think that I did not need anybody else to stitch my own sunshine seems beyond naive now. To think I could stand ...

The touch of your hand holds my mind in place has we float above the ground, tickling the clouds as we rise higher and higher, just us, together in the ...

Short and sweet I see. Wish I could dish out the poetry like this. I especially liked how you compared pretty boys to snipers, and how you wrote the word ...

Vox ----------- Do ye find yer self depraved and afraid If so let us cut out the source of yer pain Let us cut out the heart If ye find ...