Young Writers Society

This poem was written by my friend Rachel, and I felt that it needed to be posted so that somewhere it could maybe make a difference. It's pretty simple and ...

For you I will write a song and sing it, I love you, I admit it. You are a dream come true I could not have coped without you. These ...

Winter ice on your unsheathed knife frozen blood and frozen tears newly spilt, so young and brittle, against my shoulder you whispered lies where once hope rose in cold eyes, ...

WHAT SHIPS MAY COME There's mist outside my window blanketing the street with white, And foreign shapes that struggle to be seen. I am not one to break the silence ...

"Love" paints a picture Of flowers and light, But to this strong emotion Is a darker side. Pain and confusion Contrast supreme bliss. So many lovers Are witness to this. ...

No extra words, no extra lines. Excellent descriptions, excellent prose.

With blue braids tipped foam-green and skin the shine of the sea she glides between the caps and waves. in a moment of sponteanity she leaps and flaps her sparkle-scaled ...

the never bird gave up her nest to save a boy so keen on single destruction death seemed like a very big adventure and Heathcliff plumetted into a life long ...

The past’s-elastic is fraying And I find that I’m guilty, When my crimes have a face That stares back in stanzas.

A quiet attraction so platonic not so innocent uneasiness engulfs me the knowledge of no mutual feelings moving on seems to be one of the hardest things no more than ...

Wise Cotton-Candy Quest My imagination fingers the crevasses of my mind, poring through memories with ice-cold fingers that make me scream in sexual elation. My memory massages; in, out, perfect ...

Her laughter's a distracter, As you look into her eyes. She's quick to say hello But terrible with goodbyes. She's confusing, used to losing, Stubborn at the start. The mirror ...

THIRD EDIT... The Wreckage of the Tomb I thought I saw the sea of death curling over the sighing horizon and swiftly did The Dark Mortality catch the shift in ...

Jack is to blame for this, I just read perfection and was yeah all your fault, Jack, not that I mind though... CL Skin Deep the dips in your skin ...

I like the first two stanzas the best, though I like the whole poem. Yep...