Young Writers Society

Look Out there Way over there Look Out there I search And Search All day and night All to find nothing But Someday I Will find it What I'm looking ...

May May. She can play piano like an angel, like Calliope in her song. I watch my daughter’s fingers glide across the piano, trying to imitate May in erratic vain ...

Ok so my creative writing teacher gave us an assignment; to write the worst poem we could. This is what we came up with as a class. I love you ...

I see him standing there with her. Hugging her, holding her, whispering to her. He smiles at her and she smiles back as she slowly brings his face to hers ...

I was bored when I wrote the poem that all the responses are about. It was, admittedly, the stupidest poem I've ever written. So I have deleted it. Adios.

The foggy shadow emerges, A ghostly ship of lore, A shadow of its previous life, Lying on the ocean floor. The wonder and the splendor, Filling the silent halls, The ...

Beneath the gate of shadows lives a man who was left with only the fires of Hell to warm him. Dejected even by the devil himself. The angels beg for ...

I wrote this out of passion, but I'm not suicidle myself. Don't worry. On the first page of her book she wrote “once upon the time” On the second page ...

This is a product of boredom and having a really good idea running through my head all day. Enjoy! ****************************************** Arms outstretched, wind rushing through my hair. The cloud

(The first one may be a narrative, but I found these two in a notebook and so I'm posting them together in Dramatic) Convenient Interruption "That does it! That bumbling ...

[pre]Lady of the Lockers What’s so beautiful about you That makes heads turn and bland colored books Sound thwack upon the floor Seeming even more dulled with you as a ...

Cold and broken, the naked girl quivers like a bent stem in the wind and her hands are curved like a cup She dies in between sobs. You want to ...

One soul to go down One soul to go down to hell. One child to the pit of flames. Oh why did they make such a place? It’s where the ...

Cold tears fall, Staining her shirt. Screams escape. She can't yell loud enough. A swollen heart. Pain ripping at her chest. Ready to die. Nails dig deep. Piercing the skin. ...

N.B This, although it rhymes in places, is pretty free verse. I wrote this a few nights ago, but I'll try to let it explain itself. In tarnished wings I ...