Young Writers Society

-------------------------------------------- This is just an expression of feeling...not poetry, not a monologue, a script, or a story... ...just pure emotion. Enjoy. ---------------------------------

Usually when we smile It means something Not to me Behind my smile Is so much They call me goth When constantly, I laugh And smile They call me weird ...

Poor, lost, little, boy; Child without his blanket, Child without a single toy. Hiding from the hostile world, Hidden within his shell, Telling himself, As life around him swirled, "Surely ...

Chapter 2 Sierra ran aimlessly, just wanting never to see and hear Alexzander. When she finally stopped running blind, she saw she had run to the bathhouse; a room about ...

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This song was originally going to be about how I felt...but it deviated and I guess it's kind of corny, but here it is, for your critique. I know the ...

It was heavy on my shoulders, It's weight made me feel i was a tiny grain of sand, Crushed by thousands of footsteps. It tugged at my clothes, I felt ...

>This poem is a revised version of an earlier one. I've included the original as well, so could you please tell me which you think is better? The night whispers ...

I blinked hard, Trying to stop my sadness in its tracks. I opened my eyes again, But my sight clouded over. It was too late, Tears fell from my eyes. ...

This is a true account of a dream I had last night. It was so strange and starts out like any old dream, but then weird, hilarious things start happening. ...

Silence reigned for a moment. "So what we do we now?" Jesus asked. He and Muhammad were alone, God and Buddha having gone to get something to eat. "What do ...

How can I be so blind to these lies all around me When everywhere I look there's something that seems to randomly remind me Of everything that I've been through ...

I've been walking down a dusty road alone Whispering softly in the wind Hoping that you'll hear my cries Of pain, of sorrow, of everything That I could feel so ...

As I sat on the ledge of a cliff, staring down at the water below, I thought of the times when I was younger how I was so innocent and ...

We were told to encorperate platitudes into our poem (platitudes basically being overused, useless statements) and this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy, A Selfish Man. ...