Young Writers Society

I. ((antigone)) she dreams of icarus-wings so he paints them there gold-leaf-feather-tips fluttering in the slight breeze. the waft of spice flecks mingle on tongues as she drinks her fill ...

EDIT II: Happy now Bob? Take this for what you will, about your siggy, the only reason I watch Idol is for Simon... Note: I need some major help on ...

So many voices were heard within that room of fears and souls. A nightmare of a place to be with nakedness and cold. She cringed beneath her nothingness a sob ...

Oh dreamer, I think of you as oft as ever and with those thoughts of you I cry. The way you move just like a feather a dreamer dreams of ...

The day is wierd it seems. I feel as if I am in a dream.During math I feel as though I'm on a different path.I get detention. at least it ...

I wish I had her, But she’s under his spell, I just can’t take this, My passion doesn’t end well. I spy her elated by him, It braids my pleasure ...

I think my brain just died, Though I thought it would go with a pop. Or maybe a huge explosion That would rock the entire Earth! Earthquakes would start Followed ...

When in whispers they bow down, Before me, and they close their eyes Their minds, I kick them in their Softest place. And though they spit up blood They insist ...

I found you Floating through the thin strings of my hair As I slept on the nightmare of tomorrow Woke up with a comfort singing into my ears Progressing on ...

My grandfather isn't doing very well right now, and it's hit harder than I expected it to. This poem isn't working out; I wanted to convey exactly how much I ...

It’s darker here than anywhere in my life I could be pricked in bittersweet rose gardens My tongue could be caught on rough salt beauty ocean waves I could bathe ...

I deal in colours, beauty, dreams; to you go the spoils of the intellectual mind - I take what is left. In other words I sleep my life away beneath ...

he gave me hope a few stollen kisses and so much more than that but where is he now? my love is gone and i feel he was a rat. ...

A message to the world , stop hunting dont move , mother firth said silently, the hunters . there here . the baby chicks stopped there squbbles over a worm ...

Ok, bear with me on this one ...I wrote it I while back when I did a project on Marilyn Monroe...It's very difficult to judge your own poems...I guess it's ...