Young Writers Society

"Let's go somewhere the tide can take us there." Away from an industrious city Where no one exists like us- the witty. you sigh for an inspired song and I ...

I drifted here from a foreign shore, my head a wash with forgotten lore. Rested in the ether among the stars, took a stumble, but fell too far. On and ...

Bonus points for whoever names what literary allusion appears in this piece! The Pilgrim's Prayer If his speech had a name, It would be Soothing. Even though I need no ...

You were my life, my joy I have no courage, but boy I reach down deep, to my soul And find that I don’t need you anymore My heart will ...

It’s a bitter kiss of fate, a low blow once received, It’s as bitter as a salty sting, after all that you’ve achieved. It aches in groans of millions, but ...

The words exchanged by you were played off as a sweet something that you would whisper into some one's ear, but something with much deeper meaning. With a reaction of ...

This is for Cal's contest. I hope you guys like it! Hopefully this can be edited enough for it to look presentable in her eyes. The prompt I used is ...

Talk About It "Maybe," they say," You just need to talk about it." But I'm sure I don't want to. That it's a bad idea. "Come on," they say, "You'll ...

Look at him! Always lookin' for chicks with ass, flash some cash so he can smash and then dash like Sonic. A cute face really ain't needed. Just a little ...

This is a very personal poem to me, like almost all the ones I write. I choose to write from experiance because I think that way, the poem feels genuine, ...

Feeble Creature Look at that filthy thing on the ground What right does it have to live? Laugh and spit in its tearstained face Curse, condemn it to hell Make ...

Writen just a day after finishing the novel, 'Possession' by AS Byatt and heavily influenced by the poetry and letters therein. Not my usual style, I'm uncertain if i even ...

Please Me Sing a tune for my hungry ears. Murder me with the sound. Give me life, wake me up. I’ve lived in silence for so long. Just serenade me ...

my generation, beaten and torn, confined into the straitjacket of conformity, caught in a fine-spun wicker basket insects swarming over, crumbling under the hideous deeds of sordid mankind, swirling i

tick tock. Time is running out I’m the White Rabbit immersed in academia haunted by competition jaded must go on. tick tock – Time is flying by, so fast, so ...