Young Writers Society

Do you want to know the worst thing about beating through a broken heart? It’s not the torment of bitter sunshine, stinging winds and rising tides-- It’s not being able ...

One day a father began to believe, His wife and son were not what they seemed to be. So courtesy a voice in his head, he took a knife, And ...

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This is my first shot at poetry... I was in a really weird mood today during my biology class.... Shivers down my back, Lightly trailing my spine All reacting to ...

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In the smmer when I go to bed The sun still streaming overhead My bed becomes so small and hot With sheets and pillow in a knot, And then I ...

Freeze my blood till I have rose-red wood in my veins: Blood they say is the thought of the brain. Place me in ice and exorcise that Sylvan Beast. Yet, ...

Keeping to myself is hard, especially now God chose your life as a discard. What happened to happy, what happened to you and me? After you slipped away from me, ...

Today is the day I tie the knot and as I do, I remember what my life was like, what was my lot before the day I tied the knot. ...

thinking about the memory thats left of you, thinking about the happy things we used to do, before you and your friends got bored, and you decided to start drinking. ...

The silverware shines like your eyes did when we first met. Who’d have thought soapy spoons, forks, and knives would remind me so much of love? I think the knives ...

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*So for the contest we had to personify a bed, and here's my shot. We lined to attention, on polished floors and covered in clean sheets, to greet the mourners. ...

This is a new style for me, so please critique. There is something missing and I am hoping someone will be able to show me. Commas were, for the main ...

Find me here, I am bleeding (dirtying up your clean slate) You smile, as I fade (says the angel- don't be late)