Young Writers Society

Beneath the Lighthouse you will make your fear deep beneath the lighthouse and he knows through the dark you are but lost in the push of the waves ...

Your Suicide Note Imagine yourself, Balancing on, A string above death, From night to dawn. Through nightmares, Of terrors and strife, Only between shutters, Brought back to life. Imagine ...

The title speaks for itself

A Diary from the Dead Eyes spread wide in repulsion, horror and shock, At a growing pool of red, and multiple stains I dread, A collision, deadly mixture of ...

Hot around the sitting duck, Itching in the pond. Sipping air through reedy straws, Through too-tall green, within the jaws Each clicking palate, sifting cause, artery, to articular bond. Hot ...

I was getting bored of my usual rhyming scheme so I mixed it up abit.. So this is what I ended up with. Loneliness A curse without words, neither ...

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I wanted to have her only for myself. That is why I fell into the darkness. I fell, into the black abysm. My endless scream was not arriving anywhere. There ...

It is miniscule. It isn't deep enough to harbor infection, release a scarlet deluge, or carve an indelible white line. It is insignificant, really. Even the pain that belongs ...

Death's Claim Strung up like a doll, twitching with excitement, Living life without care, transfixed with the present. Oh, how glorious is this life becoming with every blink. A lie, ...

"Tick Tock Goes the Clock." Tick tock goes the clock, All reason and rhyme. Tick tock goes the clock, I'm frozen, stuck in time. Tick tock goes the clock, I ...

I hear it every minute I run to the nearest door It is infinite Directs me to the moor The sounds of lachrymose A blinding wall above the ground Let ...

The mystical moonlight sky, changing, from sunshine to pain. The darkness fills my heart with sorrow, and a black wave of pain engulfs me for ever more.

Hey everyone! Been a little while since I posted so I think I'm gonna try a little gothic style poetry (my favorite). Anywho I know this is a little rusty ...

Fog floods the brain, like smoke seeps through cracks. The realization is slow but the body senses it reacting like a whip; tensing back then snapping forward. The eyes glow ...