Young Writers Society

Before you think I'm a psycho halfway through reading this, it does have a moral at the end. And besides that, I wanted to scare somebody, myself included [EDITED] Well ...

Gray skies, the rain in my face, rushing out of those halls. You brushed my cheek, gentle, to let the last raindrop fall. I broke away with the softness of ...

Pink Jasmine blossoms fall pirouetting with the utmost grace – like a rigidly trained Russian coryphée, whose toes bleed after every performance: the gun shot wounds of dedication and carte ...

*Something short that I wrote as I was daydreaming. Enclosing my view of the world, please get out of my head. I open my eyes; all I see, all I ...

this is just a draft so suggestions would be much appreciated!!! also, i need a better title. this one's a little dry. i was just trying some rhyme stuff cause ...

Holy matron from lands above, How perfect, how true are you? Your claim to fame is all but a game, A game you make us play too. You are tired ...

1. These ruby eyes the blood of life withouth them the red star cannot exsist nor can anything that lives or breaths The eyes are worth nothing to me only ...

this poem i wrote isn't very good how could i improve it Feeling like you've lost a friend You sit alone Waiting for something But your not sure what Sitting ...

Darkness The vast cloud of death In the Eye of the Storm In the heart of the madness A spark A shimmer A flame Golden fire Ever-shining Everlasting Mighty fuel ...

I see her face on every child, On every bus, in every blink. She’s calling, pleading; Her silent voice travels on the wind. It’s the song of a blue jay ...

If only there was such a way, For him to know my heart How desperately my weary soul longs For us to never be apart But the most unbearable of ...

I cut and bleed, I cry but that's just me. I'm not happy of who I am or what I could do; but no, I don't wish I was you. ...

I promise you I tried to be everything that you wanted me to be. But it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough. Don't mind choking on cold regrets. I'm already ...

Little doll, all you ever were was my play thing. Broken face, torn ego, your heart has turned to coal. Won't you smile for me once more? and I broke ...

I think I know the feeling, that's behind this. The struggle, trying to be happy, but being unable to. The melancholy of knowing, it's getting darker again and the dark ...