Young Writers Society

If you count to ten Then count to three You’re thirteen steps ahead of me But if you count infinity I’m closer than you’ll ever be

Don't let these troubles come down and splatter you Like rain from the dark clouds, dangerous and wet. Force you to the ground, then drench and depress you, As tears ...

Darc's time-frame for the semester was Alchemy first period, Mechanics second, lunch, Combat third and International Intelligence fourth. Zel ended up missing whatever his second class was because of

Houdini (the guinea pig) Quiet and Sweet Cute little feet Black and white Never fights Sits in laps Takes short naps Scurries around Working off pounds Cleaning cages Chewed up ...

*head/desk* This was insanely amusing, Brad. Somewhat sick, but then that's you. I'm not sure I can take it seriously enough to actually critique it, although I will say that ...

Ever wonder if everything as we know it is divisible by three-- the father, son and holy ghost? Lying awake you ponder this as your father groans in pain as ...

The training session ended with Darc winning seven to two, winning the best five out of eight that Zel declared. He looked forward to eating lunch without paying for it. ...

Well, this is the first story I've written of my own free-will (i.e. not for school or something) ever. I was a little terminology heavy with this one, and didn't ...

I sat down awkwardly perfect and met eyes with the Women beside me. With my eyes still and stolidly fixed on hers, I blinked heavily with arrogance to let her ...

A force to break My heart in two A blade to cut A bleeding organ Into shreds of nothingness I cannot breathe I cannot think What is this hurt, this ...

Dreams of sunlight Dreams of joy Blending into Starry moments Breathing out And breathing in The world is ever, Ever turning On this water-world we spin

Happy birthday, you dear old sot You arbiter of conning, you father of rot You belong in an asylum (I wonder where I'll find one?) With all the other raving ...

Rhyme rhymes with time And thyme And 'Go out to dine' You can cut down a pine Or say that you're fine Or, rather marvelously, wonderfully divine You can look ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a Sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I Breathe a softer sort of darkness

You know what, I'm just going to keep raping the forum with my poetry until I get some input XD FOR EVA, DREAMING I dated a crap poet back in ...