Young Writers Society

Lady comes like a shaking skin Call me back to the green place Night is were I'm headed. Wire and shattered glass Construct Golem Mud man Skin covered in words ...

Sweet dreamsenvelop mein their gentle caress.Sweet dreams in the nightwill never be real.Sweet dreamstouch me,slash at me.Sweet dreamstear at my heartand at my soul.Sweet dreamswhich I hopewill never be real.Sweet ...

What do you feelDeep down inside?I know so many thingsare pretence, liesand exaggeration.Take off your mask.I want to seeWhat it is you hide,Beneath the lies.I want to feel your heartBeating ...

Hide and Seek: The Child I can hear voices. I feel the warmth of a hand touching me gingerly. “Are you sure?” asks a soft, quavering voice. “It’s positive, Kayla,” ...

Once he was a little boy, future on a shelf Felt the air between his fingers and named it for himself Now a worry stained man in a blackened briefcase ...

Dear God, I am so sorry for everything I did, everything I've done. Dear Sweet Jesus, please forgive me. Hail Mary, Mother of God. To Colton: He called the quits ...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is an “inspirational poem” for teens who think they should be “getting laid” like everyone else appears to be. Teen media puts a lot of pressure on ...

There was no alarm this morning. I opened my eyes and never shut them again. The wooden seat was still warm when I descended the stairs, the mug of coffee ...

WHY DO YOU WANT TO QUIT? this was perhaps the best poem you've written, except for the last one you wrote and said it was soooo bad. right. and the ...

I wrote a very silly story last year, when I was exploring with point of view. I'm wondering if anyone can give me any critiques or some helpful suggestions? The ...

Song – Hope Someone is telling me, That you are going away, Now I know that this chance, Has gone away, I will never know that… I will never know. ...

There Is Nothing Left To Lose The wind howled against my window that night and fell to the pane below it. The air behind it was calm like the stagnant ...

Do you remember melancholy? I’m sure you do, it was all we had. It was a basket of bad news, Wrapped in all we couldn’t take. It became a bad ...

Brianna leaned back in the green deck chair, reading the letter she held in her hands. It was a nice letter: full of news, very descriptive, questions were asked about ...

I liked it. You write really well. I just didn't understand it that well, and in the second paragraph I didn't know whether they were speaking or thinking or whatever. ...