Young Writers Society

As I sit alone in a dark room, with nothing to look at but my ripped arms. And my lonely heart of stone. I did love him, I did. I ...

Chapter three She stood up, her heart acing; but yet it wasn’t there. She looked in the mirror, and couldn't’t help to think she was beautiful. Her long black hair, ...

When mommy hits me once, mommy hits me twice, Then mommy says she’s sorry, and that it wasn’t very nice. I know the pain is real, and I know it ...

Hiya! I don't know if I have read anything else of yours. the wonder capitalise the 't'. Alright, after reading this, I will be honest and say I thought it ...

Small Life, Empty Space * She walked out onto the street And saw that all was ash And no photographs were made. All the lights were sleeping And flowers bled ...

Every tear I cry I know is because of you as it slips down my cheek and makes a little puddle on the floor and I drown in it. Every ...

You know she's a flutist because she strikes up to join the rest of her band with her shoulders powdery white and bare despite il maestro's orders. But nobody minds ...

How uncomfortable it is after the launch when we glance down at the houses and stores and stadiums and realize that we are simply microcosms under a cloudy-foam ocean. It ...

These feelings inside me Are raging to be set free And your ignorence is despising Yet you dont notice a thing No you never notice a thing! My love for ...

That first night, I took a risk. I went to that place, warily, seeking, not knowing what I'd find. But you found me. What could I do? Hide? I did. ...

I try to do what’s right, but it never seems to work, I try to make it better, but it only causes hurt. If I could take one thing back, ...

the mud was trickling in between your toes, as you blushed behind apollo’s sun. i heard you shriek and then a wet tapping on the soil, then the separation of ...

Always you have been there to staunch the weeping window-wound, just beyond my bedroom. Nowadays your shadow is dimmer. I even believe I can see the agapanthuses through you, and ...

Used You always knew that I was a liar.You knew that I was aiming higher.You were never the object of my desire. You always knew that I was a liar. ...

[i][b]This omen of truth that ligures within me has become a ponderous lade, derived from the depths of my soul. The lenient hand from my maker beckons me forth with ...