Young Writers Society

When Your Mind Was Empty The way it used to be You'd sit at the desk Feathered pen in heavy hand Waiting for the words to come Waiting for inspiration. ...

life was meant. to harness,to flow our opinion is what we make it and without us there would be no and without our Creator there would be no us.

This is very much a story poem, with some prose stuffed in. Thursdays It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. - Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide ...

Rounding and whirling Lost in the rhythm Pounding and sinking Dreams of tomorrow Lost in the dances Silver in moonlight Scarlet in bloodbath Glory and passion Ecstacy blooming Dancing til ...

I wrote this song on the guitar to a soft wandering minor melody. I like the way it sounds as a song, but I'm not sure if it's any good ...

I don't usually write sad stuff like this but let me know what you think. My breath clouds the frosty air Dogs bark loudly They are coming I climb a ...

Is this REALLY stupid? Or is it good? Do you ever have that feeling that your being watched? Do you? Do you ever have that feeling that your not alone? ...

This is my first poem that I've composed so I bet it's really bad, but there it is. There are rumors in the town They say 'tis 'bout Mr. Brown ...

aqua green cooking appliances rumble, like the mail truck outside, in a kitchen whose age trumps my (almost) sixteen years, where the tea kettle fidgets, blowing kisses in the corner, ...

Coldplay is coming out of the trees oh yeah. Still kissing my heart, the bruise is a purple aura on my head. It scribbles away like the typo that starts ...

My fingers are on the trigger. The gun is pointed at your heart. My heart is already broken. Broken so much there's nothing left. You've done it for the last ...

Poetry The line, the verse, the thought that defines us. The battle of wills between pen, mind, and soul Abandon yourself, for there are no rules or judgment Raw emotion ...

the sun rise above the horizon, and darts between the clouds orange lights turn the sky on sun shining out loud day rushes by, through time and space time seems ...

yesterday i thought you were God Almighty. i imagined you sprawled naked on my bed, with your sandy hair falling across your face. i had to bite my cheeks to ...

black balloons pop splattering sin all over this D-day parade, where we march, skulls on baton heads, our bloodshot eyes begging "heavenly light, fall down on me." Trapped between two ...