Young Writers Society

I want to fade away Were I can think no thoughts no more Were I can feel no feelings or senses Were I shall escape this circle of hell And ...

I hate my life the way it is I wish it were the way it was I hate the pain which floods through my veins I hate being lost and ...

Staring upon blank canvas No acquaintance of pen and paper Nor the will to create thus so But solemn breath seeps through Exhaling a perilous word Of unkindly demise to ...

Grey Angel Baby by deadrose ocher rivers pathe the way for cascading tears beauty raped of innocence lies crumpled at my feet welts of gold, bubble on the skin and ...

Welcome to my world, my love. ‘Tis a scary place. I wouldn’t know. For dawn has just begun; The light begins to shine. Who knows what the day will bring? ...

"You're making a mistake" I said. " I think you should wait" I said. But you didn't listen I know what this thing can bring disaster But you refused to ...

I want to enter the realms of nostalgia again, all the newspaper cuttings and the sentiment wrapped up in bittersweet memories; I want to give you my coat so you ...

Take a look in my mind, be surprised of what you will find. Take a step forward, and walk towards My thoughts and feelings combined with the truth, my thoughts ...

she was born in august an empty month, summer fleeting with the moon. she thought blood was prettier splattered on the stained- glass that was his church, but her god ...

>.> I Cannot write poetry, but I Did write this piece, long time ago... so lame.. The wind howls through the trees A forboding aura hovers around the darkened forest ...

Watch the sunset with me, Take me by the hand. Brush away the tears, Tell me that you understand. Show me that you love me, Hold me close at night. ...

Teenager Recollections 12-16-05 SteamPain! FearBlood! Anger-angst, lost-found, groping-shrieking something dark. A tune of incoherency blares trumpet-pound Pond-Pollution, but the shadow is here!-Fear

Dear Diary, I’m just so hungry I had nothing to eat today A drop of water for breakfast Then I began to work away Dear Diary, mummy is sick Daddy ...

Waistland There in that dry desert, that flat expanse of thirst and want, live the empty people. They have no nourishment in human food, they drink little, laugh less, their ...

(revised) this rotting place will turn to black soon. the sun has bled its way to sleep behind the jagged edges of the burnt out houses. there are union jack ...