Young Writers Society

One body is all we get from the first moment we are falling, weak and wet. Life is an ungodly thing - so much negative energy would destroy one god ...

Dark light, the voices hear me, my friend’s – they despise me. I want to get high, Have to get high, Need to taste the sweetness. Light dark, I am ...

Run rabbit run, To the end of the line. Trapped in a corner; No way out in sight. The moons grow older as they watch time die And a mist ...

I cry to my bed sheets And scream out his name. No one can hear These feelings I say. My face is coated in warmth. Comforting my lonely soul Like ...

Faucets pour tears, That consist of pure pain. The mechanics are trembling, Threatening to break. Children sleep, Ignoring life's problems. Adolsecence weep, Learning life's ways. All reasons to run A

Love is confusing. It can destroy your life forever. You could be happy or devastated with love. People can have a better life or job without it. It can complete ...

The Exodus They eat the darkness, spread it with jelly from Auschwitz, from Treblinka, the lemon curd and marzipan that slumped in the faults of bodies. The photographs are fragile, ...

Dark corners, teary eyes, and love that never works. Standing in the rain, and being home alone. Gazing at the stars, and think of you. (who's that?) Occasionally happy, something ...

In the heartlands of the northern plain, Among the frozen spires of rock and stone, Lies the tower. A window or door it does not suffer, For such folly of ...

May Heaven be down, and Hell be up? Something is smiling down, from that bright, sunny sky. Something sinister, something sweet. Questions, questions, fornights of curiosity. Brown eyes and curly ...

Secluded from community, you like your dark corner, don't you? Tiny plush rabbits. Ankhs and chains. I'm still living, don't put me in this box. Madman! Eye-like windows blink. Boredom. ...

This is a little something i just came up with, still very much in rough draft My heart Crushed Forever torn From happiness The darkness Creeps in Filled with My ...

How many times Will you tell me that you love me, Before I believe you? How long will you wait For your love to be returned, Before you give up ...

I look in the glass pool At who lays there We are who we are We are who we are Dreaming of nothing but lies As our heads fill with ...

There is a window, Upon a wall. A window, coloured green and red, A perfect square. On one side of this window, There is a child, Perfectly happy, surrounded by ...