Young Writers Society

lighting never strikes twice (this) left me wondering why genius strikes ligting quick with all the force of Vesuvias the chalkboard scratches are scars of purest silk, milky against the ...

Memories abound In every crevice and under every rock In the trickle of the water and the setting of the sun, This October twilight The most nostalgic time of day, ...

you married that black scarf that hooks around your neck like a rosyboa the brim hat you wear on sundays has pot shots on the top from the squirrel gun ...

My mystique groom Mystique riders to the sea of life Appear just once. They then dissolve away forever Leaving a note for the muzzy soul to dance. Their sight act ...

I know we're not supposed to preface our work, but I'm going to. The spacing in this is fairly important, and I can't make the site accept and keep the ...

Dawn of creation The clouds roared, wind cried. The moon glistened, and sun sighed. Earth enforced its wish with all might, Time enforced its ultimate right- All asking the creator ...

I can't believe my eyes, Have i decieved my own self once again in believing i know what's best for me. How can all fot his be true, You told ...

Remember that night, You carved your anger into your chest, And darling, I hated you for it, But I hated myself more? We swore never to do it again, didn’t ...

ahh political science, such a great class to doze off in. I was at Crater Lake last weekend, snowboarding with some friends of mine, this inspired this piece. My own ...

something I have been working on for awhile and still not so sure about. -Elephant- -------------------------------- SECOND EDIT! I have issues that I need to solve alone... it's itching along ...

The pew is hard To sit in, and I feel my Fingers trembling in the cold. And the words of St. Paul Echo through the steely microphone “Just as through ...

Being in love with you Is like yoga My mind So serene Floating in the heavens My eyes closed With visions of us Dancing upon the clouds Bathing in a ...

A crow blinked . Opals. Eyes snap shut in a white flash, Open. I am gone.

Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better On a Tuesday For it was an afternoon Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin Where the kisses are saved ...

It did not take much for them to abandon me. Just a shooting pain, tearing me away from the lights of my glory. I had been their star, the winner ...