Young Writers Society

Hair – oiled and sullen, cut as if daring them to just ask Lips – red like your guilt so quick to jump upside-down so eager to part with a ...

My first posting! YAY! Every story has an introduction so i figure i need one too. here i go! Let 'er rip! Intro This is no curse An unlikely gift ...

first person I am sitting in a corner café with a girl I despise. I despise this girl. She is ugly and has the most annoying lisp in the world. ...

I ad to write this for my final grade in English and I also entered this for a five grand scholorship. It is like, I hope I win and I ...

I remember Your folly. You called the moon Imaculate Its color Pure Its shape Perfect Its caress Soft Its light Eternal. I remember My folly. I took your word As ...

teenie boppersemo singingguitar stringingkids. Haha. Love that line. Well, you told me not to read this...but here I am reading it anyway. Yes, it is emo though--and a little "incomprehensible" ...

staring at the sun you wonder whether the pandemonium of colours spiralling ahead of your eyes is your breed of nirvana or just another lost universe dampened by evanescence. gazing ...

Infinite Moment In this second just after nothingness and right before existence is the entire universe. Stars that disintegrate and become suns and life and spinning rocks surrounded by gaseous ...

I tried to approach you with lunch, and you parried with a no. I thrust with a compliment, then you curtly snapped it down. I launched again whith a present, ...

I can’t see your face, I can’t see your smile, I can’t see your feelings, But I can see your worth my while, I can’t see your light, I can’t ...

Overall, I liked it. it was a good poem. nice job. And you cut yourself to feel alive. Wow. Very strong begining. Made me think, caught my attention, and had ...

ChoicelessPrologueHave you ever seen a person die? Been there as they took their last breaths, as the so-called light faded from their eyes? As their brain shut down and their ...

Most of this poem was based on a true story/true stories...mostly of my own...I'm from California and I've spent summers there and when summers over, sadly, you must go back. ...

All right, I've been majorly depressed the last couple of days. I keep having this recurring dream where my Wolfe is standing at shcool, all “ha! You believed I was ...

There are a lot of things I didn't like about this poem... the flow seemed to changed off and on. But I wanted to work on my alternating line/rhyme scheme ...