Young Writers Society

yes, total stranger, i resorted to attempting telepathy two nights ago, when the silence was cutting, unforgiving, threatening to plunge my mind into insanity before long. so i thought, a ...

An old tire swing, a white wooden porch. Sunshine and fresh breezes play. I see you walk up and run to you. I hug you and kiss you and hold ...

So I'm bending the rules, and writing a preface, but not about my poem, more about it's inspiration. If anyone (moderators) can tell me where a good place to put ...

Hours of watching you, Like I used to, Yet this time, You didn't watch me back. Minuets passed and courage grew, One word to you is all I need, Just ...

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A little iffy about the title still...Any advice/comments would be appreciated. It’s not enough, never enough To wonder at the sun, I want to feel the heat, Anything to feel ...

So here we are, Time has passed, And the promises have been broken, I remain the hostage of your past. I can no longer last, with these emotions inside of ...

This is all one poem, I'm not posting 9 at once. i had I LOVE YOU scratched i had I LOVE YOU scratched across my throat in black ballpoint and ...

Tears and sweat I don't know when yet. Questions need answering answers need questioning. I don't know whats happening. I bow like a sapling. This is not the me that ...

Another day rising to its end, The bus journey home confronts me, Screaming kids and splitting headaches, Goodbye for another night. The questions in my heart riding to my confusion, ...

Closing chapters of my life, trying not to look back as I loosen my grip on childish fantasies, now phantoms. The fog clears and i see what was really there ...

She strode past soot-stained buildings, past grungy gamblers, clinking chips and taunting each other, slurring obsceneties and bragging about fictional escapades. Her white dress, unnoticed by the gamblers, flows delicate ...

Watching her hands, I think if I have only one regret (I don’t think I could handle more) let it be that I didn’t learn how to make magic, make ...

Do you remember when we used to play limbs intertwined one person two heads? How about the coppery taste of blood As I pulled your first Tooth? A callous sacrifice ...

He sat on the edge of his bed at midnight staring at into the night. Straight ahead is nothing but an empty field. Barren-a piece of the earth that the ...