Young Writers Society

Get your fingers off his fucking dick: Oh, it seems so simple to say when we’re drenched in sweat, stuck to benches and watching the club lights flicker us back ...

you fight everything with such futile grace, like a moth beating its wings against a lighted window. in the back room of a locked ward of a hospital built for ...

I'm so pleased...this was hardly whiny at all. This didn't have any glitteringly beautiful imagery (and you know how I love imagery) but it had, as did your other recent ...

I thought it would be fun if I'd post my poem handwritten, as in a picture Holly is refered to Holland If someone Dutch would read this-or someone very familiar ...

my lover, my executioner, my forever; was forgiving in so many ways she tortured me as she willed me with her rare mercy her lusting, her grinding, her spitting; in ...

For my Grandma's 75th birthday I wrote her a poem in Dutch. Maybe one of you knows Dutch. Maybeee ************************************************************* Achter de horizon daalt de zon, ’t is

Just a few Haikus I did for fun. "Morning Peace" Sleeping quietly. Bothering no one at all. Snoink comes to wake me. "Walking down the hall" Walking down the hall, ...

I posted this originally on TSR, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to post here either. So if it looks familiar, don't be alarmed! ..........***.......... she adjusts her fake pearls ...

This is an old one that I just "dug up" haha...found it in a folder and liked it so figured I'd post it here for polishing. Lessons in Anatomy dead ...

I couldnt figure where to put this, so it ended up here, like most of my stuff! Needs a bit of work, but its only a first draft so help ...

They say there’s gold beyond the rainbow, Beyond the liquid crystals. I say our minds are driven, Driven by our wicked sight. I’ve seen beyond the rainbow, It's colored black ...

This is how you feel the flow of fire, as it pulls you taut and graceful in stadium lights. Blare down at the brass instruments, bellowing the final tidal note ...

Face paint makes our show that of inkblots. Tossing sabers and fire, talent burns the grass bare As we are behind circus curtains clandestine. Overtime, every pore erupts in sweat ...

A poem I had written when I was going through a few issues with myself, and then had decided to present it to my band in the form of lyrics. ...

Here is one of my oldest works of genius. I did not post it previously because I wanted to make sure such talent could be properly appreciated here. Well, I ...