Young Writers Society

If you could sprout wingsAnd fly away,As free as a bird,Over the mountains,Would you?If you could soar over a lake,Up to the trees,Dance with the clouds,Would you?If you could laugh ...

So what if words were art and we could paint a masterpiece over this falling sky, trying to hold it up with fortifications and architecture and all the pointless beauty ...

Always aloneAlways in darknessNever awakeYet never asleepI feel like I'm fallingThrough both Ice and Fire.*No one knows what I'm going through,Because no one knows how I feel.Will someone wake me ...

K - Screw everything you know about reading a real "poem" and try reading the words for what they are.. because this is more of a.. Freestyle? Yepp. Written by ...

Loved the ending, (laughed a bit at the title). When did darkness become salvation from the light? absused from overuse, I fearWhen did we all throw our hands up and ...

Get off my fucking couch. Pretentious, legs rent open and lips so bloated that you sound dumb, you are dumb. It seems to burn and bubble where you stroke my ...

what am I doing? I speak as though you’ll understand the drips and eddies, tides of lunar gold across the shore. This is my mind (not that it's always so ...

yeah, yeah, i know. The nail marks never started at the top - no, we were always halfway when we realized we were falling down, down with nothing to leave ...

Let me try to understand There’s this feeling in my hand It is a blade sinking deeper in my skin? Did I rip, with my right hand? And watch this ...

On Spiritos - A Poetic Freewrite: 31 July, 2006 A none too lucid rambling of my subconscious, from a long, long time ago. NRJ-TSR. Enjoy! . . . I’ve found ...

Tossing and turning throughout the night I listen to the nearby train Who cries out in the lonely night For company, The hum of the TV, Trying my best to ...

caught in the undertow of a thought carried away on the broken back of an undisciplined rhythm passing through subatomic slipstreams and defective dream catchers laughing waves of an alien ...

Calligraphy is accomplishment burned and etched into lambskin paper lining ancient walls, modern minds. Axis titled, the earth is crooked, like melting clocks and bacon, but we are the ones ...

I found this in my photobucket... and I have no idea... where it's from, but surely I must have written it... if I didn't then I have no idea where ...

Don't shout at me, I'm only here for a few minutes! Have fun; here's my contribution for the day/week/until I'm back. Loads of good stuff going on around here. GAMBLING ...