Young Writers Society

*note* I wrote this in response to the sudden rise in "gangstas" at my high school. Enjoy! Because I'm Gangsta!!! Do you know who I am? I’m a gangsta! People ...

Bathing In The Moonlight My mother said I should never leave the house after dark because you never know what might be out there… but out in the darkness is ...

broken and shattered ripped apart at the seams torn between life and death lost amongst heaven and hell just a demon as an angel simply good as evil all dark ...

i havent written in a long time and am about to get back into it, here's the last thing i wrote. i'm senor saurkraut from tywc if anyone remembers me. ...

Names are carved into brick walls (stained with the swollen black blood of trains) like graphite voices from wooden slats and steel rails, oxidized with loose feet and creased carpet ...

his days are numbered in the crash-course direction tracked down and censored through the beaten screen he's found no solace in displays of affection his quality learnings are bound to ...

This was just supposed to be about general fear. But seemed to evolve so that it reads like it's about abuse or something.. Not too sure.. You creep up on ...

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Something is knocking the window - it's just a branch missing its tree. Somewhere a light flashes - it's just a car missing its map reader. Something lurks under the ...

I hear your voices through the wall at night Nothing is secret in this house anymore I hear the yelling and the sobbing Walls are paper thin and can't protect ...

this is my first free-verse. some people have recommended i try it, because apparently rhyming, no matter how orderly i try to make it, seems forced to some here on ...

In my dusty recollections… The gust of the cherry petals showered their last. And he stood beneath the tree like a grinning fool, his memory, and springtime draining into the ...

Blood-stained snow Liquid on fur-like Cotton-ball floor Poignant, and rich. Hard to ignore. Crimson ice Frozen like tear-spears Waiting for heat To crack, to spill. One day, we will. I ...

Hey this is a sonnet I wrote at school and liked, so would some peeps mind giving their opinion please! My lonely soul forever lost to me, Out of reach ...

This is my poem on life: Life It’s a short story that everyone wishes Would last just a little longer. A race that seems too long while you run it, ...