Young Writers Society

Here's my poem all ready for the nice critiscm it's going to be put through. Oh woe what have I done! Lol, enjoy! I’m sitting here believing, I’m bleeding, And ...

Work in progress. Help me make it better. ******************* Caught my hand from turning on the blinker tonight, Caught myself from getting on the highway… Those lost highways Highways that ...

there are too many teeth in the sky and when tears collect in its large blue eye it knows there is no backing out: it must cry though silence! what ...

touching lips to ear i revel in the vastness of our closeness his voice dripping ambrosia aphrodisiac filling my soul drunk on his speaking i speak my own wine sparkling ...

he opened my eyes opened my thighs kissed me sucked my soul banished my fear bit my ear touched me ate me alive tore out my heart spread me apart ...

I remember his nose I remember because we never spoke of it I can see it in my mind’s eye pictured perfectly I never saw his nose I never saw ...

peppermint whispers ‘please’ her eyes defiant I know she wants me the way she cocked her head licked her lips beckoned me to the stairwell her costume revealing just enough ...

The jab cross to your nose makes something give way it bleeds a lot Your nose Your face is smeared with the stuff grotesque really no crimson droplets glistening like ...

New Topic cos the other one's getting a bit long.... Anyhoo, Chapter 5, fresh from the oven, not checked, full of holes probably.... -------------------- Councillor Armen was worried, for several, ...

All right, for the first poem I am posting up here, it shall be my best. I have written some awesome poetry, but none shall surpass this...if it does, then ...

take great care with the landscaping, the cement steps and the oil-linked fences a careful leveling is occurring, a self-sustaining puppet, a billboard satellite state, one more paved-street america— toxic ...

“Trust not him that hath once broken faith; he who betrayed thee once, will betray thee again.” You are (were) the One You materialized Something like a déjà vu dream ...

He plays guitar Songs that speak to my soul Tug at the stiches Holding my heart together Eyes closed But smouldering Straining to sing truth He plays guitar Tenderly and ...

The note rises from a place primeval, guttural, just below my Adam’s Apple. It mixes with that of my fellows to create one, low, pulse. The sound spins, sparkling and ...