Young Writers Society

I ain't never seen a poor white guy in the world Maybe 'cause all the white folks are workin' and aint' got no trouble findin' jobs I ain't never seen ...

OK...this poem is another reason why I hope no one from school ever finds this web page. This is about this guy I know...long story. But I really like this. ...

your barely audible whispers amongst the constant echoes the fading, constant echoes of repetitive dance beats and background dance beats and the nonsensical chatter of digitally edited females near sparkling ...

i reposted it, so ignore this topic.

Dark and mysterious stranger, Walk my way, Tell me something, But tell me nothing, To give you away. I’ll know I’ll want you. And you’ll know it too. But I ...

[pre]Dark and mysterious stranger, Walk my way, Tell me something, But tell me nothing, To give you away. I’ll know I’ll want you. And you’ll know it too. But I ...

I need hard, honest critisism,pleeeeeeeez. I believe everyone Can have an opinion on the matter. I used to be idealistic, And what's called a romantic, But that was before. It ...

A thin, wrinkled woman hobbled into Room 45. She settled herself in the vinyl chair beside the bed. The elderly man didn't look up. Didn't see her, in fact. She ...

This is a duet (Which frightened me to find out it was a father and daughter duet) and it was from the Mask Of Zorro Movie. I really like this ...

I had to write this for Science Class yesterday and I had to name my drop which isn't realistic, then I made it think, see and feel, unrealistic. Everything else ...

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 ...