Young Writers Society

Essa looked at her lover, Dusk, And spoke in hushed whispers about ferris wheels, And sea cliffs -- haunted places she dared not to go, just then, For fear that ...

And she? She is creating a democracy of ink stains on her fingertips Waiting for the time to step out into the soft glow of morning The dim lights casting ...

she's the one they stare at with her "i love billy corgan" satchel bag and the blondedyedreddyedbrowndyedblonde hair sitting on her shoulders. the colourful bracelets on her wrist, the long ...

You make me feel, unlike any other. You take away the pain and all that I suffer. You make me feel beautiful, and love what's inside. No longer do I ...

~Okay, so it's a teenage angst poem. So what? Not that it's any good, but that's besides the point. Okay, well, it doesn't rhyme and it's kind'a weird... but oh ...

EDITED VERSION: it doesn't have any sugar but that doesn't mean it isn't sweet the olden days of innocence and freedom have fallen by the wayside and you're left with ...

A CORRUPT LAND In the midst of corruption, Where there seems to be no perfection, Where the rich rule the poor, And the hungry feed on oppression. What shall they ...

*smacks head against wall* Okay, I SUCK at poetry, but I couldn't think of anything prose-y to do for my dad on Father's Day. Will you guys do me a ...

I really like it. The only suggestion I can think of is to fiddle around with the line-breakages to make the overall effect of the poem stronger. an unchartered frontier ...

I sit on a bench here on the mother world as I await the judges to send me on "processing". Should I weep? Am I supposed to go mad and ...

Touche Mr. Velasquez Touche Mr. Velasquez, you beat me at my own game of hide & seek. Who would've thought I'd hide under your shoes? You seem to do it ...

You and I, we have quite the relationship. I do not know your name, Or your face. I do not know if you are a boy or a girl. But ...

Heh. Not profound, but not terrible, either.

It's Alright I told you I hate you You told me you cared I said I can't stand you You said you'd always be there I told you to leave ...

“Retrograde” Shadows are thrown onto the rocky path Stretching, sinewy shadows that play with muted stones They are the animated corpses of the sun’s wrath Casts of nature’s bare and ...