Young Writers Society

Don't be afraid I'm right here You have nothing to fear Give me your hand I'll hold it tight I promise to help you find the light You're in the ...

Remember when you whispered forever, and I heard your voice as a drowning man hears the people on the shore --a whisper that dances like moonlight on the ripples of ...

Ok People!!!! I haven't posted anything in a while so maybe some of my stalkers have sumthin to smile about now ~*~ Familiar Stranger ~*~ At nightfall when tucked away ...

After the Rain dedicated to my mother The scent is familiar, A mixing, Blending Of clean cut grass and damp earth. I almost, alomst forgot how to smell. Days pass ...

Death What is death, but leaving this world and entering another. confronting god, him chosing your fate, hell or heven What is death, if god is in your heart, but ...

Standing out in the rain. Look up to the sky. Rain falls onto my face. Blood dripping off my hands. Mix with the water. Tears pour down my face. I'm ...

Around midnight we shut off the lights and left our fetal pigs to chill. We found an all night diner that smelled of formaldehyde and biscuits baking. I ordered coffee ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel drives into the ground below the ...

The skitter of the needle on the record, and I can see you eyes - sick, wolflike - twitching in seas of grays, a quality of consciousness as clear as ...

You open the door, yeah it's her. lying there on the floor. Do you know why? Because you hit her for the last time today. She said it was over, ...

Static, your voice smudges, sound waves connecting us, quavering like a rubber band stretched between two whitened fingers, the pressure will snap. Now I realize why I loved you. We ...

For ever I would murder my temple, leave it pining in a polluted field that reeks of my red vodka vomit. I could love you more than that, for ever, ...

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I. When in subtle mass I weighed, Latent boughs kicked fleshy drum. Falling circumstances staid The appetite for love and thumb. Patience swaddled in the moons Through clouds about my ...

Was it Worth It? with every beat i wince from the pain tears cant describe the unimaginable sorrow to sit and stare at the girl of your dreams but thats ...