Young Writers Society

Poison me with endless promises. Tell me I’m worth nothing. Shun my every hope so you can, Feed my lust with something. Tell me now that who I am Is ...

there are pinks and purpley-blues beneath your veil of skin cells, small particles of personality, hovering over a great swirling mass of delicacy and genuis. I've tried tricking myself into ...

Millions. They say the old man was worth that much It said so on his bank statement And stock portfolio. His wealth was measured by His fleet of Italian cars ...

I wish I could tell someone How I feel These feelings tear me up inside but I still smile so no one can tell How I feel The weight on ...

I’m a burden. I was the catalyst that raised the flames. Made your life hell and even wished it upon you. Held teary eyes to your face of emotionless. Wished ...

Hello my angel. Thou that shall save me from deluding my seams, Tarnishing the skin that protects my innocence, So fragile and alone, cruelly empty to the touch Sensitive, unearthly, ...

Don't be afraid I'm right here You have nothing to fear Give me your hand I'll hold it tight I promise to help you find the light You're in the ...

Remember when you whispered forever, and I heard your voice as a drowning man hears the people on the shore --a whisper that dances like moonlight on the ripples of ...

Ok People!!!! I haven't posted anything in a while so maybe some of my stalkers have sumthin to smile about now ~*~ Familiar Stranger ~*~ At nightfall when tucked away ...

After the Rain dedicated to my mother The scent is familiar, A mixing, Blending Of clean cut grass and damp earth. I almost, alomst forgot how to smell. Days pass ...

Death What is death, but leaving this world and entering another. confronting god, him chosing your fate, hell or heven What is death, if god is in your heart, but ...

Standing out in the rain. Look up to the sky. Rain falls onto my face. Blood dripping off my hands. Mix with the water. Tears pour down my face. I'm ...

Around midnight we shut off the lights and left our fetal pigs to chill. We found an all night diner that smelled of formaldehyde and biscuits baking. I ordered coffee ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel drives into the ground below the ...

The skitter of the needle on the record, and I can see you eyes - sick, wolflike - twitching in seas of grays, a quality of consciousness as clear as ...