Young Writers Society

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He comes with the maddening eyes of a bull who's seen red Charging through the open doors of your soul and breaking what left inside Shattering you, the pieces falling ...

Laugh. Dream. It is the children who know where the fountain is from which spring life’s greatest joys. They alone recall the path that leads to the fairy lands where ...

Your soul lies within Hidden but alive And no matter where you've been It always seems to strive It gives feeling to your life Emotions surging through your being It ...

Did you hear the cries of the severed ones, who left a trail of blood when they left the road, taking the wrong exit and using the wrong gear. Well, ...

Nothing is better than wasting my days on you Knowing that some part of me will fade as you become clearer does not sting so much I'm aware that you ...

The ghost I am afraid of is the kind that unearths dark treasures with forgotten maps. i didn't like this line for some reason. otherwise, i found the entire thing, ...

A solemn imprint of ruin locked within an echoing prison mending the fabrics of time it's stored within halls halls of misery slowly crumbling concealing secrets within the layers displaying ...

2-5-06I.We never read the shapes of words anymore,nor the succulent-smooth tastenor their echoey sound in mighty cathedralsnor their color, black and infinitely warmand sinfulnor the author on the oth

so very small barely alive though through the hardships i try to survive no one there to answer my call to pick me up the times I fall I cannot ...

Delicate and thin Like the string hung above And around My neck Delicate and thin And thy queen, so dainty And bright, like the sun Sits above And on My ...

Stanza 1: First off, you may wanna add mroe line breaks into the poem. it already has a little poem, big prose feel. even simple things like line breaks can ...

I don't really like it myself but I have nothing better to do so I'm posting it..critiques are welcomed anyways. I am me By the way I act The things ...

I bid Remembrance a rough farewell And hope that She will beckon me For I would miss the way She’d tell Of fading past’s mortality. We had once laughed at ...

I’m learning how to be in love With every passing day The fireworks that fall about me Dance my breathe away And every time I try to grasp it, For ...