Young Writers Society

~Okay, so it's a teenage angst poem. So what? Not that it's any good, but that's besides the point. Okay, well, it doesn't rhyme and it's kind'a weird... but oh ...

EDITED VERSION: it doesn't have any sugar but that doesn't mean it isn't sweet the olden days of innocence and freedom have fallen by the wayside and you're left with ...

A CORRUPT LAND In the midst of corruption, Where there seems to be no perfection, Where the rich rule the poor, And the hungry feed on oppression. What shall they ...

*smacks head against wall* Okay, I SUCK at poetry, but I couldn't think of anything prose-y to do for my dad on Father's Day. Will you guys do me a ...

I really like it. The only suggestion I can think of is to fiddle around with the line-breakages to make the overall effect of the poem stronger. an unchartered frontier ...

I sit on a bench here on the mother world as I await the judges to send me on "processing". Should I weep? Am I supposed to go mad and ...

Touche Mr. Velasquez Touche Mr. Velasquez, you beat me at my own game of hide & seek. Who would've thought I'd hide under your shoes? You seem to do it ...

You and I, we have quite the relationship. I do not know your name, Or your face. I do not know if you are a boy or a girl. But ...

Heh. Not profound, but not terrible, either.

It's Alright I told you I hate you You told me you cared I said I can't stand you You said you'd always be there I told you to leave ...

“Retrograde” Shadows are thrown onto the rocky path Stretching, sinewy shadows that play with muted stones They are the animated corpses of the sun’s wrath Casts of nature’s bare and ...

Words can't express the way I feel toward you, But I can do my best, Alex you are special to me, In each and every way, But I don't want ...

I think I’ve given a part of myself away today. I think I’ve sold my (what-ever) soul. I think that I am very sensitive right now. You know this. My ...

my favorite has been forgotten and been gone a long time heard only by people who weaze and breath only fine wine sticks of burning light high up in the ...

The black rose and I made up this fun little pieceof work. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, and fearful Why? The hatred... Hatred? Those memories... Memories? Past, horrible thoughts lingering Untimely de