Young Writers Society

Road Trip Road out before me, Hand out the window, Sitting beside you, I’m not the driver, Thoughts on other things, Not this long stretch of flattened land. Just came ...

Sometimes I hate These feelings inside It feels like Something is burning Coming from Nowhere I know But maybe I can stop it but how I wish these Feelings would ...

i don't know about you, but i couldn't care less about sweating at night in archaic houses with a waterbug problem. we don't need air conditioning, just watch, we'll show ...

Die. Why is that word Only one little word Such a beautiful song? Why do I relish in its Sound? Taste? Caress? The shiver in the air As it leaves ...

Life By Misty Lynn Ellingburg Life-seems like Somewhere to be without being As though inside a portrait Watching without seeing As though locked inside myself Touching without feeling Something lacking ...

Death checks her watch with hollow eyes (blackened pits) things having been buried inside (bones). Green becomes black, day grows old. Fire feathers flutter to the ground. Ashes enfold. O ...

Sure, it's lyric poetry, why not? ----- People oft grow together slowly, As trees reach across an old stone wall, Entangling roots and crossing slender branches Till one can barely ...

Possession personally, I know I've never seen a bigger silence than the one that stretches out between us (deeper than a universe)– but did you really think that wrapping yourself ...

BEAUTIFUL Petrified by a gaze which I can not even begin to imagine I never knew something so beautiful existed I want to hold onto it with my life but ...

Dusk hot pink lemonade bursts through the unquiet hush of an early twilight humming with insect wings (mosquito’s like fiberglass needles pinching plump peach skin) and yes there is the ...

SecretsI’m gonna tell you my secret; the one that I won't want anybody to know so be silent and don't flinch for the people around us can hear the fear. ...

Many tears make the pool The pool of insanity Which holds the empty and the soulless in its grip It feeds off of my blood Which rolls drop by drop ...

well, here's a poem of mine that doesn't make any sense. it's also in the random section, but even though it makes no sense at all, I LOVE IT...and yes, ...

Come into my fields of love. Run among my golden crisp ground. Run among my sapphire river. Don’t run upon my heart. My feelings are sole for you. Bask in ...

I can’t stay right beside you all the way, I have to leave you now, Sorry, but you can’t always depend on me. I was there in the beginning before ...