Young Writers Society

Cool and refreshing As a smooth, cold spring in June,Insanity reigns.

Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...

Ah, the poem born of one of my many - well, passions. Its OK I guess, nothing spectacular. But hell if it dont get right down and dirty with the ...

For the first time in a while I smiled today A warm glimmer of hope ran through me How I wished you could've seen it But how little did I ...

I dream of becoming evil Dangerous A hazard to insects Small animals And children The sawn step on the evolutionary ladder. Indulging amidst Huge purple velvety leaves, Bulging seed pods, ...

Undeniable that there is A certain attraction in arrogance An arrogance that lacks aggression But still, something that makes a boy a guy But a guy not yet a man ...

You stand in a field, surrounded by family shadows are composed of friendly shapes, wind blows from the proper direction simple nourishment harmonious rhythms. A fertile tomb, where the spirits ...

I'm not sure what I meant to say in this. I was toying with something I read in a book once, that there are some people who shouldnt stand to ...

I hate this feeling inside of me, I hate blushing when you pass by, I hate having to go out of my way, Just to see you & say ‘hi’. ...

The night is young dear Percilla. Don't waste time on foolish things. Worldly love means nothing. Your smile hypnotizes even the most horrific creature. Your eyes...they twinkle like the northern ...

Just hide under your bed. Run out of your room. Climb a tree. Finals are here. Oh I fear. I hate the studying. I hate the rules. No making noise ...

Don't come here now for sunshine and warmth. Don't come here now for good cheer round the hearth. I advise to steer clear of this whole campus. The professors have ...

k guys, i know it's long...but i really like it...lol. Please read it!! it wants your help desperately!! -penny The City at the End of the Hall The lights in ...

I open my mouth, So that I may speak, But words do not come out. The feeling I feel inside, Leaves me confused, Self conscious, and alone. I stand in ...

One little note, the word drowned is meant to be read as it would have been in Shakespeare's day (drown-ed). It serves a rhythmic purpose, hence my mention of it. ...