Young Writers Society

One little misfire It may be a nuclear weapon Or a few harmful words A mistaken wrong move I causes a world of difference Chaos unravels Disorder erupts Nothing is ...

When I was five I used to see Boys as disgusting as dead birds And the also had cooties Then when I turned eight I started to realize Those boys ...

Behold what’s beyond as we conquer this geometric object, remembrance anguished trough divinity resting at its pace Abstract images sustain, fooling those detached from their source. The universe pa

There is a path that runs through sugar grasses and corn mazes, by streets with roaring disks of light, stars streaking through uncounted trees and unmapped farmland - this road ...

Explanation: Some broken promises, some broken dreams, more broken promises, more broken dreams, a bit of French, and a curious ending. MEDICATE IT! He promised to kill me quietly under ...

Eleven-thirty. The cook handed me an apron and eyed the cellphone in my pocket. "Hide that," he said. Shrugging, I slipped it into my coat, balling it into a corner ...

cigarette smoke hangs in the air like gunsmoke, the sofa has become a battleground. its soft cushions hold nothing but fear. my policy is appeasement - i distract you with ...

It was good until the last two lines; okay, good until the last line, which is cheesy. A nice, short read.

A storm is brewing, Far out in the waters. I feel the wind blowing hair From my face, numb with cold, And even the water, Swelling about my knees, seems ...

This poem is actually a part of my story about a Roman Catholic/Protestant couple during the Troubles in Northern Ireland (1969-1998). The Troubles were times of turmoil mainly between Roman ...

I know of Cantos, but is there any word for smaller devisions like these? I figured the second was too unlike the first for them to be the same thing. ...

My cousin and I roamed the boardwalk. Tourists. Not many would have guessed that we're related: She, round edges and yellow curls, blue eyes laughing at the way her hips ...

The imagination is not a State: it is the Human existence itself. I’m confused about my entire life. Don’t ask for my advice, I don’t have the answers. I live ...

Some day soon you will see, Some day baby, you will turn around and realise, You need me. Even the strong cry, Oceans will turn there tides, But what you ...

Emancipate your emotions, gravitate to jesus for he is the one who saves, let these words burn through like oral therapy.Stay true to the ethics and morals that suit you, ...