Young Writers Society

[pre]THE CRIMINAL Living lies is what I always do Hiding the pain is the thing I’m good to Killing myself with my own regrets Teasing myself in woes and threats ...

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion slod with fire, And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

Eyes glazed over my brain has been reduced to sludge the consistency of a slurpee in the field sixth graders frolic how i wish i were there and not rotting ...

NEW: 1. Cement sidewalks Crisscross my pavement And iron buildings dig their feet Deep into my earth. 2. Men come and leave their loves by my gates; slowly, my sidewalks ...

I am conscious that this isn't quite a poem, but it just wouldn't fit elsewhere. Enjoy and critique please!!! _____________ Shopping When shopping, you encounter many challenges. You enter the ...

My first attempt at abstract poetry. I didn't bother recreating the placement of words and phrases from what I had on paper. Little droplets of water,Millions of them, Falling from ...

The Listener With the sound of a teardrop falling, The Listener rides the skies, With whispers gathered into his soul, And eternity in his eyes. He rides a coach of ...

This was the first "real" poem I ever wrote. I was about 11... I know it's way too abstract and obsolete, and I know many people don't agree, but jeeze, ...

A tale as old as time, I am sure, But my bewilderment is brand new. Defensiveness fails And my careful boundaries are breached with ease. All it takes: A smile ...

Just a random poem i wrote a while ago. It's not really good but please comment Insecurity The sound of it In- Secure- Meaning Not secure Of whom we are? ...

Peering through the window That reflects your dissatisfied self. You look at the manikins in admiration and wish to be more skinny. You watch the models go past in their ...

Why is it when I watch you Through closed doors; When the night has come, And you’ve hidden From the world. Every heavy droplet That strikes the floor Pierces my ...

This is just a little something I wrote for a girl I'm currently seeing. I thought it'd be a nice thing to do. I just want some opinions on it ...

Another Lost Soul You’ve lived a life, Belonged or not belonged. You’ve lived it through; Blissful or deplorable, But then it’s over, And your desires disintegrate to debris. What have ...

She’s Still Waiting Suddenly I remember her— She’s waiting fir me there, With a smile on her face And spiders in her hair. All around and all over her Are ...