Young Writers Society

Mirror: Before the mirror upon the wall, A princess sits with saddened eyes, The truth’s displayed before her, But she’s preoccupied with lies. Her imperfections linger, Before her drop-dead gorge

I don't know how many of you are Christian, and how many aren't, but it doesn't really matter; all this poem requires is a little sympathy for the mindset of ...

Drivin’ in this Land of Fellatial Screams 1-4-06 Drivin’ the world in cruise control hissing blood out of its speakers a child of my times, needle in the vein kissin’ ...

The walls are sweating. Anticipation breathes, Rustles the curtains with Its moist breath. Darkness never falls, it jumps- It’s the light that dives, Limbs spread, crashing simultaneously Into the o

Behold, I finally finished the poem after a few months of neglect. The Precariously Perched Pidgeon It was precariously perched,That little pidgeon of mine.For were it standing out of reach,I'd ...

She’s teaching me a lesson First she leaves me without a word Stranded inside and on a deep canyon Without a choice I have to face it all Right now ...

We are one body. Broken and disjointed Confused and aching Prostrate on the marble floor Of the one world. Our bones are tired, Our marrow dry, Lips cracked, Eyes closed. ...

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Zoning Into The Dharma 11-19-05 I lose myself into a heavy room standing crooked, bent, in a sandy house on a sandy shore, storm surf flailing salty spray, smell, gulls ...

I can act so kind, genial And docile When I know Something’s not right here, and This is wrong, Pretending I’m over it Has been working so far But deep ...

I don't believe I've posted this yet... if I have, smack me and tell me to change it to something else XD The Lost Maiden There once was a squire ...

That cold October, when my life was nearly over, The look, they laughed They laughed as I was nearly run over. The car stopped just in time, I got up ...

Walk in the classroom.Look at teacher, no one elseTake out things. Put them on desk.Kick bag under chair. Stare at book.Whatever you do, don't look up.You're early for maths,You'll have ...

I loved this poem. But I almost always love your work. You are such an absolutely amazing writer the way you string the words togather to make such meaningful and ...

Shattered in tears as the clock's about to strike midnight, I have to choose quickly for my body is filled with fright. Mom, I don't wan't to make you sad, ...