Young Writers Society

I close my eyes all i see is your face I notice your pain yet you show so much grace I think of you and what I could do to ...

I like the start I got on this, but it could use some work and I'm kind of please let me know what you think. Oh, and I hate the ...

This one kind of - I dont know. Crystallized. It needs work (I think). But it means something to me, so...yeah. every shell can hear the sound of the sea. ...

I'm the guy whose always standing out, I'm the guy you just can't figure out, I'm the whose heart feels all the tension, I'm the guy who wants your attention, ...

Fly like an eagle,swim like a fish Take me on your journey, so I can leave this rubbish Take me to the rainbows, take me to the butterflies Take me ...

Unexpected, there you were infront of me Unexpected, we crossed eachothers ways, just in time to see Unexpected, it all had happened so fast I just wish I could make ...

I watched dirt roads wrap themselves around the world and then around your fingers, hoping it would teach you a lesson or two about leaving your life in the hands ...

Do you like your home sweet home? You’re living in the corner of my eye. Planting poison and spreading lies. While one is beautifully moving, the other painfully shy. And ...

Schizm I. Plunging through the nebulae, under the veil of a black dust cloud for infinities that wrist-devices measure, stares a lonely asteroid: Me. The Darkest Hour. Has it always ...

Happy Birthday Brad! I liked this, it was honestly a very beautiful piece. You never sieze to amaze me.

It probably won't make much sense to you. Again, not about suicide. It's not a goodbye, more of a memories. If you care enough to ask, I will gladly explain. ...

I wrote this poem. It's not about suicide, it's a different kind of goodbye. Insult this, rip it to shreads, don't read it... Feel free to do whatever you choose ...

I sit here in my room, Rocking in my chair. Wasting my life away my live with T.V. Thinking of you, I think of your smile. Which I love when ...

For those of you who don't know what a Haiku is, it's a form of Japanese poetry that has to be 5,7,5 syllables long in each of three lines respectively. ...

There is an orange grove…. down the way I used to squeak into on craptastic department store wheels With flimsy blond all around my head and in my face So ...