Young Writers Society

The Wristband Age you preach your one-size-fits-all spiritual philosophy from a soapbox on sky TV perfect for the wristband age Good causes are thought up in boardrooms. Morals are bought ...

Mythical moon Numbness transcends the animate To enjoy the luxury of the stellar world. Rarely but the pleasure in it, Lovingly misleads with a mythical herald. But when you get ...

VISION She was silence, Written onto the rustic bed of earth with music. Her breast was a marooned mystery, And her curly locks, Were weaving the dark infinite. When the ...

*snaps fingers* Finally, a poem with rhyme and meter and not a senseless rant! That's what I call poetry. Mostly because the other kind I can just shoot out of ...

You are my best friend, You know everything i did and do, There are no secrets between us, You feel my pain, You feel my joy, So why is it ...

Lead me into a curtained off, hidden corner (Or maybe it is I who leads you,) Hold my lips, and don’t let go I will melt for you. Every movement ...

Lay to waste your ill-worn gloves Remove the yellowed skin of ages Brush through the thick waters of grief And emerge with the fire of the river. Bare your feet ...

I remember, far in some distant dream When Earth was lit by awesome splendor, too, When holy men did shine in brightest gleam As bells in towers struck their chords ...

I wish could dive in the black sea(sky), with little studded stars around; I wish could play with em' o Thee!! n bring the moon on earthy grounds. I wish ...

One day in the afternoon when I checked my mail, I got a letter from my cousin recently released from jail. He wrote, “I long for home and have already ...

when things turn negative.. when mood turns low.. i often think of those around me.. one by one.. but couldn't recollect even one, whom i can share my loneliness with... ...

Shark He's part of a world of smoke, of black linoleum of green felt table tops. He's all at once the hiss and click of balls colliding and the smooth ...

This is a poem I wrote, which turned into a song... but since I don't know how to link quicktime files, I can't play it for you ^_^ His Face ...

[pre]Beyond the cities with no names and beyond the trees that tangle me so beyond the roots that ignore me beyond the stars that light me home and beyond the ...

I know everything’s not ok, As we’ve crawled through centuries, Watching innocence bathed in blood, But as you cry, your never gonna feel complete, So skip and stop when you ...