Young Writers Society

We all make mistakes That's what makes us human, And we don't always win, So don't use that pin. There's always the storm before the calm. Remember that. :chorus: What ...

Jesus Was Gother Than You. Written November 4, 2005 Personally, I don’t understand what everyone finds so attractive about you and that lime green makeup you powder over your eyes ...

Apart from the Charles Bronson hit movie, there was a book based on it. Does anyone know who made the book? And is it as interesting as the movie?

"Penny for your thoughts", I said to the young girl standing outside the market. I was in a fine mood, having just spent most of my paycheck on a few ...

This piece is a part of my book, although I haven't truly worked it in yet. It is cut off so here is some info on this piece. Evonia (the ...

Come with me to a place far away Where the birds sing as the music plays, Walk with me as the sparkling sea sways Where the glistening sun sparkles as ...

Cry I was a bud, Awaiting bloom on the sunshine day Saving my fragile tenderness for the hopeful season of bliss. But …it was a fateful moment I was destined ...

Half-ticket That is Lakshmipur railway station. Yeh you are right that giant wall-clock you are seeing runs slow. It approximately loses 10 minutes a day and by that one can ...

Fifty dollar notes pile underneath my desk and i don't know where they originated. Oh poorlittlerichgirl, Poor little Charliered perfume-smothered girl. But i think it's stolen. Oh if i was ...

It Would Be Wise to Think First When, by a condescending statement You decide to unveil a hidden Aspect about me, to the world, First, stop a moment and think ...

[I've written about five songs, but this is my latest. I play the guitar so I make up tunes to go with them on that.] WHO

I know this is long, but if you've read any of Dicken's books, they're always pretty long. I adore them anyway, and I just had to say something about Dickens ...

The night was fine and clear, as a certain lanky, ‘vacant-faced youth’ sat watching a group of teenagers playing soccer on Waihi reserve. He had sat for a while, staring ...

This is a poem about a child. It means alot to me so I hope you like it. This Child's Hands This child's hands hold the world This child's mind ...

Yeah, I don't have a title yet, I just can't think of them. I would like your thoughts on this and if you would read it if I continued. I ...