Young Writers Society

Life is FREE STUFF I got what I wanted and You want my blood on your hands You seem to ...

Darkness creeps about the edges Fog rolls in dark and dank and smelling of rotten flesh Footsteps beat in an ...

I already commented on this poem before...but after reading it again, i still think it is very well written. I ...

Here we go! I don't know why I wrote this poem. I wrote from a person who's dying's point of ...

Me too Brad, me too. Truely touching, I am not good with constructive critisim so all I have to say ...

Doo be doo be doo...Not quite sure who this about. Betrayal, anger, pain, life sucking in general, a little cliche, ...

I know... it's a tad wierd. *** The finely huge holes filling October lace,Handcrafted, vintage and forced.They run in circles, ...

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Wow it's very lovely... I liked the contrast of it... I need to look up "cherub"...

You look beautiful still After all these years Not a day has passed For my heart is true And I ...

I am shielded by darkness: growing upon the fears The worries From all the taunting memories I am deeply shallow ...

you're a masterpiece if you can call it that anymore after swarms of followers crowd you from me and all i can see is painful camera flashes but small snapshots ...

noise [noize] just noisedon’t mean nothingit don’t mean nothing Earlier when you let me read this part, I didn't like it--it was the only part I didn't like. But other ...

To feel one’s pain; to feel one’s joy To know one’s heart Not the facades they deploy To love one even in their filth And forgive them when their control ...

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