Young Writers Society

I just thought about writing a poem for fun. Harsh criticisms are welcome I dream of a world Where every thing's dead Where the heart does not beat And where ...

[014, Clandestine] the clandestine launderette People have secrets. people are beasts in clothes, monsters dressed in fanciful attire. A woman is a serpent with a sense of what to wear ...

Theres an old man in the mirror And he sees me there He sees me there But he doesn't look His eyes are closed And in his hands he holds ...

This circle, It’s vicious, Never stopping, The fights, Caused by you, Are flowing, And flowing, A punch, Then another, Then another, Then a punch, Again and again, Never stopping, A ...

A crowded room, Buzzing conversations, First Impressions, Are the foundations, Lots of new faces, Trying to figure out, You and other people, What everyone’s about, There’s a lady with a ...

Time period: 1940s, pre-Hiroshima Japan. [004, bittersweet.] bittersweet but beautiful. A life in a face, how odd— a bittersweet opus of ivory and blood. A slender foot peeking here, crimson ...

I used to have a memory like a picture in my mind. An artists painting of the family and friends I left behind, But now the picture is starting to ...

I sat there on the edge of my bed Pondering to myself...I felt like I were dead. There I sat. Sat. Thinking of how it must be. Sitting there thinking. ...

The colours swirling in the fake mist at our feet, Our hearts beating in time to the music, Busting out some funny move for the rest to see, To dance ...

I have no heart I have no soulThey have been taken awayAway to the darkWere nothing can be foundAnd nothing can be lostYou can neither have it nor loose itIt ...

A/N: Old! Turn back! I am Iron Man. With fingers like sheet-metal silos, I grope for your radiance, which only shatters around me like prismatic fireflies. Uncoordinated andawkward. You must ...

The wind blows sweetly. Whipping my hair ‘round my eyes, like a mask. “Come to me” it calls breathlessly whispering dark nothings in my ear. It calls. “Come to me ...

I don't see the point, In anything any more. This echoless hole, Opens up on every shore. And I don't understand, How you sell me your remedies. When i just ...

*The grammatical errors are intended. I have tried to punctuate it as well as possible...gangsta style? I'm experimenting with different styles...please critique. * My brother – he say ‘Never too ...

he holds the stone. the wieght of his pain, that none can explain. the surface of his loss, thate we'll soon come across, that mass of his confusion, the element ...