Young Writers Society

(I know I've been posting quite a few recently, but I did comment on a few before I did this.) My late night dreams are no longer pleasant hopes and ...

OK...I'm going to do the Incandescence sort of meditative no-capitals thing... you know, I used to think that the whole sixth-grade-supposed-love thing was overrated but can I dream? you're beautiful, ...

The beauty of my heart is nothing more than false promises and never-ending clutchings for love corrupted by depression plagued by self-doubt an enigma waiting to be unleashed enclosed in ...

God only knows I need you, Tears bracing my cheeks, Questions forming inside me, Lies cradling my heart. Please turn on your phone, Read my texts of denial, I didn't ...

I know this poem needs a lot of fixing so I need all the advice and crtiqiung I could possibly get!!! Thanks!!! I watched her hit you without swinging, It ...

I haven't even been writing poetry for a year, so this is truly my weakest point in writing. I'm a whiz at essays, reports, realistic and historical fiction. So please, ...

Royal Memories I remember, Racing through these halls, As an idealistic child. People would hand me a soda, Or an ice cream bar, And laugh as I proclaimed, That the ...

Ok, this poem...this is for Alicia Wolfe...one of my best friends...who committed suicide. She died on 11-11-04, a thursday, but she had been brain dead for exactly one week...this poem...writing ...

get away from meyou're nothing but a two-faced lyncathropic waste of space. One minute the aura of beauty radiates like a rising sun Second minute I see the fangs and ...

Nothing but misconstrued directions we struggle to keep hold the fantasisies of insecure individuals wishing for lifes of gold "But dreams are what drive us," they say with buoyancy those ...

I actually wrote 2 last night... here's one, can't find the other one! [Peculiarities] It's funny how People set themselves apart Like how I throw my hands away From my ...

Ground Zero Dedicated to All Those Poor Souls Lost In The 9/11 Attacks Tears falling On broken stone Smoke hanging In the once-clean sky People on knees Corpses on strechers ...

Look at me, darling, this has gone far enough. I know you still love me. Don't try and run from it or hide love is a bullet which pierces your ...

Today I fell, And you left me on my knees. So let me fall, Just leave me there. Let me cry, Just watch me shed. Your pride was turned up ...

Look Brad! It's not about death! I’ve been meaning to tell you for a good while now, That everything about you impresses me. And even though you seem to ignore ...