Young Writers Society

My eyes well up, I gasp and I choke. I can't even remember the last time we spoke. It's what you wanted, peaceful, I know, I still wish it wasn't ...

Brinda stared down at her muddy reflection, watching as each tiny ripple tore through her once flawless face. She pulled back the stray strands of long brown hair that hung ...

" 'Woman' on the Balcony " -by theluckyflower (this is in a male's perspective) There she was on the balcony. Her vivacious beauty - a felony: With pearl-soft skin and ...

You are one of those masquerade men who hide behind their own faces with glittered feathers and sunglasses. Attracting people with false whim and humor so phony I can’t help ...

The Unbound Eyes Eyes that saw beyond all distance and reason. Eyes that pierced your face because you knew they saw too much. Eyes as green as they come, filled ...

(hey, I haven't post a poem in a long time, but decided I might as well post my latest poem for English. It might be a little cliche and I ...

This is just a little piece I wrote when I was bored. It's not the beginning or the end of anything. I haven't posted in a while and I just ...

I walk across the coast in a dreamy state the sand beneath my feet reminding me that I'm still awake, walking on the beach The waves crash into the rocks ...

I wrote this October 7, 2005, as one of my first speeches for my speech and debate club. It is so short! I haven't worked on it much since then, ...

Wisps of sea air And looming mountains Misted with the memories From the deep halls of mountain kings Siren voices on the wind Carry – sweet and hauntingly Here we ...

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Here it comes At three in the morning, half-asleep I’d listen to Spanish in my ears Your pink lips slurring them, Not love songs, but fanciful nonsense Anything to make ...

(A merrow is an Irish sea fairy. This poem is inspired by the myth of Jack Dogherty and the merrow.) Swim with the merrow to the deep Men's souls in ...

You cannot capture a feeling. Pictures will show an event, a memory, but it cannot capture a feeling. Words, although they can describe anything, they cannot capture a feeling. A ...

I am not the vocabulary queen Nor am I the spelling bee And definitely not the grammar police I - - I write from heart My words rhyme with the ...