Young Writers Society

I really like this. I couldn't find much flaw in the actual content. It's definitely original. I love the descriptions at the end. The quote, "I don't care if you ...

This is the first poem i've written in a while, as I mainly prefer to write stories, but anyway, read, enjoy and all constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Thank ...

You were never more than a hang up on the answering machine; a missed call, a series of mechanical bleeps and blurbs, compelled to voice by the prompting of my ...

This is the first poem i've written in..well...ever. I'm not sure about some of the words and it probably needs some work but I just wanted some feedback. Im also ...

Crazy Me This is my crazy song. My faith, My redemption, My hopes, The turning of a new leaf. This is me. Unveiled. Untold. Unfinished. The birth of a legend. ...

Sleek and supple imperfection The desired blotched reflection. Hallucinating tandem thoughts Reverie becomes sick plots Taste turns to a tangent plea Imprudence preening impunity Eloquence a suede acc

Teenager You ask me what’s wrong With the world today? But you seem to forget I really don’t care What happened at school? You always ask me Didn’t you know ...

[s]The Gray Reign. The sky is a shadowed gray mass, Shifting quickly and quietly with the wind, And blocking all the warmth of God’s sunlight. It brings forth only the ...

"I should have joined the search, the human net that dragged the beach. I draw a bath and know he knows I will not save him." - You switched from ...

Agitation And Aggravation, deterioration of the mind, thought, and feeling you clench a fist, think rage but swallow your thoughts; bottle the meaning. think... think what?!... ok, you can't make ...

A nice ending, but the majority of it made me somewhat naseous. It hardly sounded like you at all - it seemed like somebody trying far too hard to assume ...

MAGIC The magician drinks quietly alone at the back of the bar. He does not hate them all, but in his bones he is tired of favors, tired of seeing ...

The fresh dew glistens on the orange grass, the suns stealing a peak over walking hills, while animals fly, circling over the reservoir under a full moon. and a screech ...

Dirty Job’s Confession That day you were sickly in bed I was crawling within you. I came for you, their time will come While they sit helplessly in stiff-backed chairs ...

One does not begin to describe loss - the words were never there. It can be told from an army of saltine crackers and music blasting static sorrows into the ...