Young Writers Society

shhhh... listen to the soft sway of oscillations lowering us back into dust a subtle reminder that Energy is conserved but angular momentum is not.

as i leave the smell of sound behind with the city, my marveled stars begin to grow cold and darkling: there is only beauty in the presence of life. each ...

This is a prompt response I wrote for a Livejournal community I don't really like this response a whole lot, but it's still very rough, and I also don't know ...

It seems that here the world has never quite caught its breath or relinquished the relics of its past. It hints at its renaissance in the meandering cobblestones and the ...

perfectly blending persons smile in darkness--nothing. skin inches away from a horizontal; combative friendship stands still. hands grasp throats, angering the pulse that beats for both. a mutual pass

I. Yes, boys and girls, we came from a rock. you share a common heritage with earthworms. there is no right and wrong and don't bring guns to school, don't ...

I read this not long ago (along with Eragon) and I LOVED both. (The movie is good - if you haven't read the books.) Oromis and his dragon - yes, ...

Leave time for joyfulness For hopefulness, and sadness, Yet nought forget the lot For gifts like theses are treasures That never can be bought Set aside time for playing For ...

Your draped arms frame mine: (alive with bedside fallacies) the perfect picture of tragedy. Haunting eyelid pantomime-- (To forget to forgive Christianity) --Strung with your form, I dreamt to see. ...

September 1, 2007 Today is the first day of eighth grade. I want to cry because Laurie completely blew me off. So much for BFF. She was trying to impress ...

I observe and don't partake, but do I know the people who do. They could be kids from school, the kids that sit next to you. Go down to the ...

gone

Who Art Thou? Who art thou that prowls passageways at dusk? Garbed in a white gown with white slippered feet. No trace left at dawn but a perfumed musk Of ...

Note: I am by no means a poet...nor do I write, or in some case understnd poetry. This is the only poem I've ever written, and I'm taking a big ...

[This is not yet complete. I do plan to finish it, so please feel free to comment.] The four sat in opposite corners, never quite knowing how exactly they had ...