Young Writers Society

I stand here and watch the busybodies. Electric doors, street vendors, warm exhaust fumes choke the passersby. Mistletoe boughs climb street poles and Santa’s bell rings lightly. I stand and ...

You drank, You hit, You yelled, You cried... You swore, You spent, You wasted, You dealed... You loved, You lived, You stayed, You knew... You hissed, You beat, You stomped, ...

When I graduated Junior High, I remember telling myself I’d be the same, Crazy and fun, And full of spunk. When I graduated Junior High, I remember telling myself I’d ...

I stop and smile, And think a while, At the things that can not be. Like a homeless man, You see now and then, Trying to find his way. And ...

self affliction I fear, I crave yet in my heart I know it can't go on everlasting lust I fear, I crave yet in my mind I know it can't ...

My mother I love her she is beautiful, even glowing but her soul is pleading for release her charades hurt I must understand she needs her space My mother has ...

They know not of my age nor do they care the influence of despoliation induces hatred my criminal ravishment permeates through me feelings profound shadows flaunt freedom my hysteria is ...

here I am once again, singing out of tune dancing without rythym painting without paint flying without wings kissing the non existant youth oh sweet sir may I interest you ...

Don't even bother.. Maggots fed the hollows in my heart, writhing to the strumming acoustics that resonate from your melody. Bereft of those late nights, those drunk second-rate nights, I ...

Well, the useal I guess Brad, well done descriptions etc. For some reason I didn't like the 2 line structure and the way you cut off the sentences in order ...

Drift along On the sea of life The cliche, the metaphor Thats always used Why do we make poems Why do we express Why do we write stories In beats ...

Sitting alone in my room, The telly blares and the radio goes boom, It's all getting way too much, I see the knife and make a clutch, I hold it ...

Iv deleted this text coz like bubble wrapped said...not good to post your name, and also it WAS a school assignment, my stuff isnt that good but i am only ...

who she is, I have no idea, but she brings me cigarettes and a reason to smoke. the reason, of course, is to combat the slow decay of reminiscence, so ...

hay swain two sit entwining hay, golden flax spinning into rope between their fingers, the quietus of an autumns day settling like the lord’s mantle on their shoulders. and she ...