Young Writers Society

ooooo....crows... I really enjoyed this one hon, I'd do a more indepth critique but I'm pressed for time. Later then I will. Betty

NIGHTFALL The dusky sky is turning blacker, Bright stars are coming out. The blueness is fading away, Night brings her fears and doubts. The Sun is a red ball on ...

I would really, really, really like everyone's comments. Good and bad. My Road Here I am, alone I walk Down roads of rocks and ice. There’s no one here with ...

MESSAGE FROM MIDNIGHT...SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST POST (WITH THE POEM SO GO DOWN TO MY MESSAGE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST FOR NOW WITH THE POEM UNTILL ...

BATTLE The clanging of swords, The beating of drums, The chanting of men, The killing of hopes. The screams of defiance, The screams of hatred, The screams of agony, The ...

The topic for the competition is "a building." I'm doing this through my school but I thought I'd let you rip this apart before my teachers, because I'm generally quite ...

"Dead Cat's Dead" We used to think that the buffet table was free and that whatever we desired from it was meant to be ours. I used to think that ...

Wide and Quaking Blue Mention something In painless prose To remind me who she’s wandering away from Lanking gloriously at half-assed fancy cocktail parties With a martini in one hand ...

It’s stings at the insides of my nose Coarse, stagnant scent Desert(ion) of red A place in half-empty overturned glass My world is crimsom tinted Alight and on fire A ...

How was I to know That today was to be my final day? That my hours were limited, Torn from me as a thief Would steal a wallet. I thought ...

I just wrote this a second ago. I was in a melancholy mood... Any comments? AT THE WINDOW I sit and glance as the seasons pass, At the window. I ...

-force be with you Padawan- the one armed Yoda hangs from the table chained to my keys his eyes closed (shut tight) in thought his head twists side to side ...

She speaks with every woman's mouth, bending words and wisdom love hides underneath pressed linen in her dark cedar chest festering and growing tired she doesn't touch the lock she ...

*Left now*

This doesn't exactly spin me in the air at several hundred miles per hour and then dump me in some godforsaken country field, but it was solid. Nothing special but ...