Young Writers Society

Dont look at me that way, I cant stand it. I don't have enough energy, nor do i have time to tell you how mad I am. So as i ...

you have to be worse to get better but waiting sometimes is a long time. and sometimes, all you feel is the cold when you wake up in the morning. ...

Through our bleeding Through the sea of blood our eternal bath the darkness flows as we feel it’s wrath and as we wither in our shame the demons of life ...

Choices are the worst to make, Since there’s so much to choose, To choose to be a friend or more, Or choose to win or lose. To choose between his ...

Mulling Over Wine: a Toast He is a cup of wine, brimming With Her honey, Her bitter droughts, Their molasses and vinegar. Can I taste it, or will He break? ...

Pillowcase Dog i went to your house last night and i met your dog i was lying on top of him, for quiet time until he fell out of his ...

WHAT SHIPS MAY COME There's mist outside my window blanketing the street with white, And foreign shapes that struggle to be seen. I am not one to break the silence ...

THIRD EDIT... The Wreckage of the Tomb I thought I saw the sea of death curling over the sighing horizon and swiftly did The Dark Mortality catch the shift in ...

The sounds are fading Drifting back into nothingness Like the moments of yesterday That we let slip by Silence And in that stillness I hear what we try to drown ...

I liked to lie on your bed and just be If I lie on my own bed and be I am just being alone. But no, no more of this ...

I am like the dunes in the deserts Beneath the wind I shift and change, I twist and turn, new dunes rise, old ones fall, but in the end, it ...

I of course am not the author, rather the sub-creative author(in other words, realistically-I wrote it, fantastically-The faithful Numenoreans sung it ) Oh Aster in the Sky Oh white aster ...

This is a post of two poems in one POST. First one is "Lies" the second, "Fake." I hope you enjoy them both. "LIES" ‘Well I love you.’ What a ...

She She stands there still Her crow black hair a shadow vagrant to the world Her soul is chill And plain to see, heralded by dark flag unfurled Eyes colder ...

I'm not sure how good this really is, I wrote it yesterday, one of my first poems ever... I mostly write prose/songs and yeah...tear it apart to your hearts delight... ...