Young Writers Society

* sticky lips pressed together in dark silence betray any hope of ever being innocent again turn up the stereo so loud you have no hope of ever hearing anything ...

I am the Master! Magician! The Punch and Judy Man! Watch me twist miracles from sultry summer nights, find buried treasure in grey graffitied walls. Let me guide you to ...

Should I forgive you the too many mistakes you’ve made? You test the durable and generous bounds of my love, which is caught between limitlessness of my childhood that convinced ...

For a friend who I may not ever see again. For Nicola. Leaving Works Two Ways. The grass waves goodbye without feeling, stuck on the thought that the wind will ...

Rain comes harder as Night grows older Laughter is softer as Tears come closer I'm not to leave the circle You drew around me in the sand Laughter is softer ...

gliding along a two-lane highway at 95 miles per hour you speed over lime green lakes and wash past silvery skies and the "Don't mess with Texas" postcard sits in ...

NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up ...

Old Mad Tom laughs when little boys burn to death and four-leaf clovers give him heart-ache. his brother's name was Edgar; a little boy who burned to death east of ...

You write so much about memories and the past. But it's a good thing though. You do it without necessarily being cheesy.

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Everyone does it..but people look at me strangely when I discuss it..I want to know if youre a farter..what does it smell like? If you fart in bed do you ...

How can I . . . tell you that I don't love you like you and never will again Why don't I . . . just lie down for a ...

You are so very fragile that I feel forced to suffocate you in bubblewrap and enclose you in a cardboard box (this side up) and send you (my poetry) through ...

Pain wells up in me My heart is weary My jet-black hair brushes my face I push it back The pain has cut too deep Like a knife through cheese ...

This is my first post on here. Please comment on it. This is only a brief part of the story. Night settled on the small village of Tunvil. Nothing stirred ...