Young Writers Society

For a season I live by the lie we call love— A temporary insanity I held onto Yet I knew ...

A moth fluttered in, confused by the yellow unforgiving incandescent light. It was seeking the moon. The girl cupped him ...

Locked away in the towers of safety Shackled to protection’s prison As you watch your world crumble to ashes They ...

ok, so this isn't perfect or great or amazing and it's entirely spur of the moment but it's exactly how ...

I liked this! Good good! Lots of emotion!! ~Lollipop~

January. We were sitting in opposite ends of a big blue room With just our shadows for company And there ...

Another, written back in February. Enjoy. Isolated for a little while Cold colored waterfalls falling through streams of amber hair ...

I had no idea where to put this, so if this place seems wrong let me know. I'm hoping to ...

her room has become her universe. her dreamland is purple fading into navy into black: bruised dreams. people give her ...

you leave me swimming in my own scattering confusion with your tanned waterfall of words i have been slipping on ...

the sky is collapsing in polychromatic droplets staining my hair with the glitter from your aurulent wings and i slip ...

(It's a comeback to poetry, I've been in a neutral uninspired state lately... Enjoy) There was Mary, she died when ...

this definately isn't going to be up to quo...I need help turning all of my thoughts into a real poem ...

And I promise you I will be the exact opposite of what you expect when you see me sauntering through ...

unlucky hours of september colour the sky a grazed silver, the sun lies vacantly. i wish it would rasp, collapse, ...