Young Writers Society

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 ...

bluemurder bluemurder you'd never ever guess that the color of the sky is the same as that of murder not you, nor you, not I she never saw his many ...

Imprint An imprint of pessimism solemnly etched on void flowing from sullen iris creating impervious emotions. lying stretched near crumbled where the lynch tightens breath forever stealing vitality r

I loved how you went from like (for lack of better terms), pleasant to detestful and then back to pleasant...I think that's a really interesting pattern. The empty sockets part ...

She always liked drinking cold coffee The Saturday mornings all faded into each other And formed a black-brown blur of fantasies Her fiction lifestyle slipping past her eyes The tongue-setting ...

When you close your eyes, On a world of hate, pain and fear, You’ll enter a silent place, Where I’ll be waiting. The world we live in, Full of earthly ...

I won the lottery !! I chose lucky number seven, too bad I didn't win a one-way ticket to heaven. I did it !! I caught the biggest fish, too ...

100 years from now A child will be born and in it's inecnece will cry at all the crueltys of the world upon turning ten years old the child wuold ...