Young Writers Society

Hermes's headlights breast the horizon and we stand side-by-side, casting shadows across the River Stix, black and etched asphalt, a thousand graffiti souls steaming on the surface. Clutching my thin ...

"Let me in," the Teacher said, and knocked upon the door. The Man jumped quickly out of bed and stomped across the floor. The Teacher held his ink and pen, ...

A box is all that surrounds me, a cage is my home. I watch the birds fly, as free as can be. I long for hope, so I may sore, ...

We can not fight more than we fought today, It can not hurt more than it has hurt today, My heart has bled for you, My sole has wept for ...

The the skeleton swings From the gnarled tree Black against the moonlight Swinging from it's twisted gallows Creaking as the chill winds blow Groaning as in living pain Suffering years ...

The Spirit Writer The spirit writer uses his keyboard, he ruins my life from above. Right now he is killing me from the inside, my only hope is the dove. ...

As the sun rises I am born anew. The shadow I feared is gone. Life is returning to everything I know. I am now free, with a new awakening.

Whoa. I'll be honest. Usually I read your poetry, just out of curiosity, and then I pass it up without a review. I mean, really, who am I to critique ...

Can you see me I hide behind a layer of pain and untruths, I seek to let go but as I do I learn the world is cold and cruel, ...

We are the real: behind this chain-linked fence whose clasping fingers bar our way and sharpened razor wire cuts the observant sky ethereal. These yellow, tarnished walls still glimmer, wet ...

all we say comes out as speak-easy whispers, simple as breathing into the spaces between us. now that I know that I’m in love with him, his hands cover my ...

A boy walks in the night a torture soul who's lost his inners seem to fight his heart knows the cost with all their might they fight the path he ...

You hear it, you feel it, you know something's wrong. You look behind you, but nothing's there. You fear everything around you, though nothing's there. You feel empty, forgotten, like ...

The Night to remember is the night in which you find you true love. The Night ot remember is the night where you feel you can do anything you could ...

Age is not death but growth, It nobles and mystifies one With scars of mar and flight of sons Growth is not life but decay, It wrinkles and withers you ...