Young Writers Society

For a friend who I may not ever see again. For Nicola. Leaving Works Two Ways. The grass waves goodbye without feeling, stuck on the thought that the wind will ...

Rain comes harder as Night grows older Laughter is softer as Tears come closer I'm not to leave the circle You drew around me in the sand Laughter is softer ...

gliding along a two-lane highway at 95 miles per hour you speed over lime green lakes and wash past silvery skies and the "Don't mess with Texas" postcard sits in ...

NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up ...

Old Mad Tom laughs when little boys burn to death and four-leaf clovers give him heart-ache. his brother's name was Edgar; a little boy who burned to death east of ...

You write so much about memories and the past. But it's a good thing though. You do it without necessarily being cheesy.

How can I . . . tell you that I don't love you like you and never will again Why don't I . . . just lie down for a ...

You are so very fragile that I feel forced to suffocate you in bubblewrap and enclose you in a cardboard box (this side up) and send you (my poetry) through ...

Pain wells up in me My heart is weary My jet-black hair brushes my face I push it back The pain has cut too deep Like a knife through cheese ...

These past few days Have gone by so fast. Just a blink in the eye Of a lifetime. As we say goodbye With one last embrace, I wonder if I'll ...

Let me lie to you. Let me tell you about my perfect life, Where everything’s dipped in chocolate, & the cherry’s always right on top. Where the reflection always smiles, ...

all sewn up pull out the seams take your call your voice is static far from my head I burn the page images are blurred am I afraid? around my ...

the city has lost a certain hold inside it feels so worn being chained to this life i've been around and seen one hundred scenes where those who dare to ...

The dry night air bursts in my mouth, awakening a thirst in me, only to be overpowered by the assimilated guitar chords reminiscent of last Christmas. Tonight as I walk, ...

I think this may be a new favorite of mine. I really like the way the stanzas interrupt each other and flow into each other at the same time. Very ...