Young Writers Society

All was silent as I stepped into the quaint little house. My feet echoed slightly on the clay floor as I crept towards the wooden stairs. Could it be possible ...

I need a better title. I will admit that. But I came up with the idea for this one off the top of my head...I admit, it's mucho boring but ...

Think you're going to be in the spotlight Try looking around you You don't live in your own fairy tale You live in a world that's tough Try getting a ...

Your poem is quite strange in its writing, but unique in its point. "Does the satin on your bed remind you of white walls, fresh paint, the smell of new ...

I am so c-major chord it hurts. To think that I did not need anybody else to stitch my own sunshine seems beyond naive now. To think I could stand ...

Familiar or unfamiliar? Self-centered and boy-crazy Georgia Nicolson books include: Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snoggings On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God Knocked Out By ...

The touch of your hand holds my mind in place has we float above the ground, tickling the clouds as we rise higher and higher, just us, together in the ...

Short and sweet I see. Wish I could dish out the poetry like this. I especially liked how you compared pretty boys to snipers, and how you wrote the word ...

I just finished Abarat by Clive Barker, after putting it off reading it for about 1 year, I finally picked it up. I plowed through the book at an enormous ...

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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