Young Writers Society

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Providentially, he was potentially, Enamoured by the glamour Of his near flawless stammer, Till the words he spun changed, substantially. Sneeringly the lies were spat from his tongue, Conjuring long ...

Six cold black statues, Each with small beetle-like eyes. They stare right through My very soul. Why are they frightened? I can see fear in their eyes. Why are they ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel slams, into the dirt he lowers ...

Today I stood at the Gates of Hell. Not in truth, but at an exhibit In a garden In a place where flowers are the grass. How odd to stand ...

Letters never sent, conversations that never happened, events that never had a chance to happen. Don't you love what ifs? Couldn't you live on them alone? FORTUNE'S FOOL She called ...

Twirling we fall into ribbons of midnight gold my head spins but i twist and weave--- anonymity lies in the glittering obscurity of our faces Our rippled reflections will tell ...

Tick tick bang, read the warning signs. The makers of wooden legs also make land mines. The finers they will fine you if you dont pay your fines, while the ...

Immortal A walk down an empty street, Or down a traffic covered freeway. It makes no difference safe or not, Death is not in my atmosphere. I cannot feel pain, ...

Your sweet sounds get me by. They're what makes me feel alive, and for those blue eyes ill always try. You shed a tear and my blood runs dry. I ...

R.E.M. Spinning nightmares have never been gashed by sunlight, because I cannot catch. My father has never taught me, and each young man likes my tongue and nothing more. Oh, ...

THE THEOLOGY OF SLEEP It seems like we were always asleep, love, and in our bed the ages passed us by; perhaps I was God and you were Mary and ...

Just so you all know, I haven't written any free verse before so please be nice. Also I realise the rhythm is a little off, I will try and work ...

‘Tis said that at the zenith of our clashing love we see things as they truly are, untouched by the feral nature of the human heart, sweet seconds pass and ...