Young Writers Society

Please stop being like this, Please stop fucking up my head. Please return my messages, I’m too easy to confuse. Don’t avoid me in corridors, Don’t turn away when I ...

This is a really stupid poem I just wrote about me...and my uncle. It's true. And I know it's stupid but, it's the only way I could put it. something ...

I thought this was really neat. It didn't really flow in my opinion and some of the lines that seemed as if they should be together were broken apart. I ...

I'd been meaning to read it for years, but the politics seemed tedious especially when there was so much controversy about the “war against terrorism” on the tv. But finally, ...

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Oh how I long for it I realize that the scars on my skin run deeper than any spring can cure so I cut into my skin as the blood ...

this is the prequel to the unnamed story, some one asked me if i would post it on its own the prequal: I am so tired……..tired of morals, tired of ...

Paradise If the rising sun and ocean tides Are a bliss unto your mind Then stay and help us dine If the dancing winds and crying skies Are thronged in ...

Evanescence's Song (My absolute favorite song. It iis so great that I'm typing it myself) Catch me as I fall say you're here and it's all over now Speaking to ...

This great November The clouds seek to hurt my eyes So I tell them I am already blind But alas they just sit up there And chat about old facts ...

All right, driving along, not a happy sky, rahter blah day...and this song "How Do You Get So Lonely" pops onto my I'm sad, thinking about my Wolfey, and this ...

Thunderstorm On the interstate one dismal afternoon All seemed too peaceful and quiet The swollen clouds rolled and churned The smell of rain enriched the heavy air The gray sky ...

well when i saw the title, i didnt know what to expect - i thought maybe i should ignore it and pass on or something... (as you may realise, i ...

Please, tell me that somebody's out there And that my cries do not go unheard Because my voice is getting weak From all the screaming that I've done And I ...

the refreshing taste of nicotine smoke and orange juice at four in the morning the fabulous eeriness of late night/early morning children's tv and the first few beams of sunlight ...