Young Writers Society

Solitude Come to my heart with a mask of purple, gold and green, come with your twisted candlestick smile, come with kisses and lies and wilted roses and maybe I ...

He came from nowhere, Incan did From the murky depths of the sea. A primitive brain with a primordial yearning To eat all the poems he could see. While slinking ...

My heart is dead For I have as much feeling as the rotting floor beneath me, My heart is dead. How has it died? Has it been dead? My heart, ...

His heart pounds He fights for breath. He has been running Running forever. No, not running, Just afraid, As if he has been running. His mouth tastes Of copper, and ...

I sink into my sheets at night In my silent shadowed room Another day completed Left with lonely thoughts of you I picture you, you’re playing Fingers grazing a guitar ...

The wind in the leaves whispers silently A tale of the times long ago When the trees and the rivers danced merrily In the fields and the valleys below. When ...

This is for Rob Two hearts, One Love Two hearts become one, Two souls entwine, Two lives unite, In love we are strong, We'll live to see another day, We'll ...

Flowers Shining brightly near a drabby old shack, or what some people would call it- "The ruins of a beautiful place." They were new friends but now are old. They ...

Hand in hand, there are only two, for combined I bridge over to you. Two arms tenderly wave in the breezes of the contained freedom which we’ve known. Eyes to ...

The sky is antique grey the sun a hazy yellow its muted rays reach through the clouds and sparkle all around me Silently I glide along Clouds of dirt swirl ...

I listen to the old songs. When people ask me Why did I leave America? Where the streets are paved with gold where I could be safely away from Terrorism ...

I know this needs a lot of help, whatever. The cold night air is like colonge slapped on my cheeks, the way your caustic comments slapped, stung and stayed - ...

They say life is what you make it, But what if you only fake it, The insults they throw, you sit and take it, And the feeling inside, you can ...

I Think of You Every night I look at the stars, and I think of you. Every night before bed I look at your picture, and I miss you. Every ...

I don't understand, & I've got a headache, Squeeze the pain from my heart and leave me here cold, Suddenly this problem is becoming to bold, What I want is ...