Young Writers Society

6-10-05 He bent his dance to a happy dream dance with stars o’rhead in a calm, autumn-cool crisp burning woodsmoke noise pollutioned way, with a thousand comrades singing singing singing ...

Ok whoa, this really needs to be toned down a little to be effective. Good writing doesn't need blatantly melodramatic images to be creepy or insightful. Most if this just ...

rough throat sinus nose throbbing head. it's country Paris - caramel dirt, menthe grass, tiny crumbling cottages. it was awkward goodbyes amidst tired red eyes. le ciel est l'eau et ...

The ripples in the water are not gentle anymore I watch heavy glass fall into Shades of translucent blue The water waving to the departing hills Which glide over its ...

You promised me a song The saddest song you could play Piano man Help me forget With your mournful keys Play me the Moonlight Sonata, please Play it with your ...

#yeah........i just needed to write something.....and this something won't get out of my head....# i ache for you the way dry mouths ache for water after one of those boring ...

if you've started putting polls on your poems, yes.

This is a freewrite I did and I absolutely hate it, so go ahead, tear it apart.... It has no editing, completely raw and untouched. i dont understand this why ...

The Bus by Dan Sanders Another siren wails through the air peircing it, like a sword peirces flesh; its just an ordinary day wailing, wailing, like the mourners at tomorrows ...

All right, I enjoy love poems mostly, but I don't agree with these American idea's of love. Butterflies and rainbows? That's an elementary school crush, not true love. Real love ...

Wow... I have seen so many poems about suicide. Sometimes the topic does get a little dried up. I do like the poem, like most of your other works, Brad. ...

my friend wrote this poem Eternal Life She-ever since six planned to perfection the bouquet of pearl daisies the crystal seamed princess dress He-learned the arts of obedience.commitment.responsibilit

Bending the truth So you make me Feel like there’s Nothing I can do You make me feel At fault, as though It’s all my doing And it just isn’t ...

So this is Life-- Waking up in the morning Plodding along meaninglessly Infatuated with a woman. No, this is Heaven! Soaring on unseen wings High above it all With love ...

those who forget the past have no future and those who can't dream can never achieve pasted with big font on society's billboards supported by brainwashed schoolchildren and their pencil ...