Young Writers Society

Stanza 1: First off, you may wanna add mroe line breaks into the poem. it already has a little poem, big prose feel. even simple things like line breaks can ...

I don't really like it myself but I have nothing better to do so I'm posting it..critiques are welcomed anyways. I am me By the way I act The things ...

Tenement of clay Tenement reaper Of the soil Dressed in charcoal felt What pessimistic views Will you enforce upon The sickle Heaven gates Is that of plastic arches While A ...

Jack pudding Seven sleepersSeven sleepers And a copper stain From welkin ringYou love the dramaOn my psycheSo why Don’t I cry?My genetics set on Slow releaseBut my cerebrumBrainpan Becomes stoveThe ...

Groomed Rolling migraineFixated underColour graph of redColour schemeOf passion and rageLaying on a spineOf a rose A platform of thornsA slumber of beautyConstructed a cardio spiralWatchtower of the h

Aquarius orthodoxy Are planet The last in the rouletteTo be shot into extensionWho's brave enough to fire ?only those obsessed with MaterialsMore valued to a world of copper and notes ...

Aquarius orthodoxy Are planet The last in the rouletteTo be shot into extensionWho brave enough to fire ?only those obsessed with MaterialsMore valued to a world of copper and notes ...

Chocolate is a... Delectable delight indeed, with such a rich flavor it seduces me, i can indulge in it all day and every day, the aroma entrances me and envelops ...

Vast and Lonely Spaces 1-31-06 Now all expectations have bleeded, burnt to the ground, and all is empty sky, lonely space, far-off stars a’twinkle some dancing in binary bliss, and ...

My friend and I wrote this haiku in physics today when we probably should have been paying attention. It's dumb, I quite enjoy it! Numberless minutes The hoola-hoop of life ...

I bid Remembrance a rough farewell And hope that She will beckon me For I would miss the way She’d tell Of fading past’s mortality. We had once laughed at ...

The train moves like a Heavy ghost, just tired with the burden of haunting.

cry: Constant battles are proclaimed and tears are shed, as i lay on my bed awaiting this fiasco to end. As i wait, i contemplate, "how would it be if ...

I’m learning how to be in love With every passing day The fireworks that fall about me Dance my breathe away And every time I try to grasp it, For ...

On top of the world The grass grows green I look at clouds pearled Things I have never seen You turn crazy Into a whirl Blowing a daisy On top ...