Young Writers Society

My ears will pop With change in height And a change in thought Will have things popping Too. It is strange and Not, with such an Ordered confusion, A gist ...

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with words so perfect, like the devils tongue. but lies are all you get. they may tempting. they may be sweet. but when you get there, you'll find no treat. ...

It is spent, no more will come. The words within have been undone. I cannot sequence more vibration; It will not sound so simple, clear. I thought that I Could ...

Set the pattern ...........Flowing, growing, See the shape it’s ...........Moving, rolling, Soon it will be ...........Slowing, showing Signs of change and No more going. Feel the pattern ..........

All this time I’ve been staring beyond the window, at this wraith that won’t show its face. For years it had floated, for hours I had watched until it flicked ...

I wrote this a while ago, but it's one of my favourite poems. I hope you like it as much as I do. Daddy say’s he loves you, Mummy say’s ...

Friendship by Daenesh Kumar Friendship, The love of two people, The care of two souls, A bond so strong, Only god can break, With death of course Friendship, The past ...

The wind of sorrow By Daenesh Kumar The wind of sorrow, Brushes through my hair, Like a soft gentle breeze, Calling my name as it goes, Calling me home, To ...

The Fight By Daenesh Kumar We always fight, Quarrel at night, Even when its bright, See you think you're right, But you fill me with fright, When you shine that ...

Our philosophies stood separate yet your magnetic field was attracted to mine. Et vice versa. We contaminated each others thoughts, as if they were devoted - ready to be combined ...

Some things make the most sense on a bleary morning, their shadows dark and clear against the fog, that bleakness opens up wide as the world, as a wounded ghost. ...

All those men. Who died for me. Just one girl. Is that really a reason for war? They left their families. To fight until death. And I sit in a ...

shhhh... listen to the soft sway of oscillations lowering us back into dust a subtle reminder that Energy is conserved but angular momentum is not.

as i leave the smell of sound behind with the city, my marveled stars begin to grow cold and darkling: there is only beauty in the presence of life. each ...