Young Writers Society

I was running, seeking someone who would care. I was frightened, I was scared, yet you were always there. You gave me hope, you gave me peace. At last, there ...

My eyes well up, I gasp and I choke. I can't even remember the last time we spoke. It's what you wanted, peaceful, I know, I still wish it wasn't ...

" 'Woman' on the Balcony " -by theluckyflower (this is in a male's perspective) There she was on the balcony. Her vivacious beauty - a felony: With pearl-soft skin and ...

You are one of those masquerade men who hide behind their own faces with glittered feathers and sunglasses. Attracting people with false whim and humor so phony I can’t help ...

(hey, I haven't post a poem in a long time, but decided I might as well post my latest poem for English. It might be a little cliche and I ...

I walk across the coast in a dreamy state the sand beneath my feet reminding me that I'm still awake, walking on the beach The waves crash into the rocks ...

Wisps of sea air And looming mountains Misted with the memories From the deep halls of mountain kings Siren voices on the wind Carry – sweet and hauntingly Here we ...

Here it comes At three in the morning, half-asleep I’d listen to Spanish in my ears Your pink lips slurring them, Not love songs, but fanciful nonsense Anything to make ...

(A merrow is an Irish sea fairy. This poem is inspired by the myth of Jack Dogherty and the merrow.) Swim with the merrow to the deep Men's souls in ...

I am not the vocabulary queen Nor am I the spelling bee And definitely not the grammar police I - - I write from heart My words rhyme with the ...

Under a tree in a cemetery I found peace under a rock Where many have looked before, Wondering what mystery May lie beneath a silent slab As the one beside ...

With the scars on my arms, And the tears running down my cheeks, You think you would know what was wrong, What I was secretly hiding. You ask me "What's ...

The Cracks 4-2-06 I. Living between each-other’s cracks, my insides are massaged by these impermanent curves. Still, my thirst is never satiated. Let woman be nigger. Let man be nigger. ...

You're my candle-flame in the dark. Hope lingers in your passion, your fire-dancing, your refusal to realise the bitter cold truth. The life you love will only go as far ...

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