Young Writers Society

Vox ----------- Do ye find yer self depraved and afraid If so let us cut out the source of yer pain Let us cut out the heart If ye find ...

(dream of spanish prima donnas―the scent of lilacs) tracing silk silhouettes with trembling finger tips maybe in another life everything was still all right it was raining today and it ...

english gothic june came when the sky burst open seeping in like painted blue angel eyes july was lost on me: london by moonlight i came to visit you by ...

never let the red cross fall from your bloody hand. on that windy ridge the grass grows long the horses ride hard the bullets fly true. the buildings of mont ...

hi yall well my name is jonny and im knew here so i am posting my first poem. tell me what you guys think. i wrote it right after the ...

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True trickery is false(part one) I am no hero, I am no saint, hell even antagonists would back away in revulsion from the mere mention of my name . I ...

A toast to he who he who has brought us here to he who has released us to he who has watched us he was there all the time watching ...

We're studying this book at school at the moment, and were asked to read it individually during the half-term. I was quite looking forward to it, even after watching the ...

Lol, the ending kinda caught me off gaurd there. All of a sudden, you're talking about your hair, lol. I loved this one, you know I always love our poetry, ...

I have no idea how long I had been walking then again I didn’t even know who I was or how I got into this desert, I knew was that ...

I want to drill holes in my head and play my brain like a flute i want ravaging panda bears to skip on a pond and dance to the beat ...

I glanced at Bevan, wondering what he was thinking about. I was thinking about the city. As always I wondered what it held that could be so dangerous, so forbidden. ...

Last sacrifice Abundant potential Beautiful regrets Lingering doubts She can’t seem to forget Decaying in sorrow But he will soar For being apart Matters no more Dark rimmed glasses Friday ...

There’s nothing like a slow smile spreading across full pink lips when you’re too close for this summer heat, but every breath means the rise of her chest will brush ...