Young Writers Society

“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 ...

Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...

I'm not sure what I meant to say in this. I was toying with something I read in a book once, that there are some people who shouldnt stand to ...

Don't come here now for sunshine and warmth. Don't come here now for good cheer round the hearth. I advise to steer clear of this whole campus. The professors have ...

One little note, the word drowned is meant to be read as it would have been in Shakespeare's day (drown-ed). It serves a rhythmic purpose, hence my mention of it. ...

I'm not sure about this one - I think the last few lines could use a bit of work. Any suggestions? Blue I look down at your face - Your ...

I'm having problems figuring out where things should go, so if this is possibly in the wrong forum then i'm sorry! -penny The red wine is gone. Drunk. To the ...

Give me something, Give me anything, Just a little pill, a little drink, I’ll take it all, An escape from the pain, Don’t worry, I’ll be OK, Just a little ...

She was beat 11 times, By her father-she thinks She was afraid, Oh yes she was, She could not even blink. But listen to her, just right now, "It wasn't ...

Written while still trembling after a particularly nasty encounter with a critic on fictionpress...still makes my stomach hurt, oddly enough. I'm sure a lot of you will be able to ...

Light. It fell on a quivering, sensitive mouth. Lips. Lips were mouthing words, Words I did not want to hear. Pain. Absorbing, beautiful pain. Pain eased itself through every pore ...

[b]All the Rhythms[/b] I lost myself in that moment Or maybe, Maybe I found myself. Chaos is a funny thing When everything whirls and Everything twirls And the fluorescent lights ...

Wait a sec - was this it? I drift away through honey There is music in my ears Smiles plastered on a heart That used to wear my tears I’m ...

You. You planted the ember of white-hot anger inside me. You fanned it to life, Feeding it with an almost imperceptible breeze. Slowly, the fire grew. Now it is a ...