Young Writers Society

Who can make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room? That's what he's proud of. What deep pools of brown entice her everytime? Only his eyes. Whose ...

To call you, Just to say sorry. Forgive me, In return for a smile. Maybe you can hug me, Or give a kiss. I wouldn’t mind. Stay friends? I wouldn’t ...

Why am I the only person here, That's slowly feeling, Like I'm draining my life, That grass bright green, The sky sweet blue, My blank face just stares back at ...

Gone are the days when we ran along the creek chasing minnows, and turning over countless rocks in the search for crayfish. Gone is the age when paradise was a ...

It was your first birthday, I gave you some skates, and I couldnt wait - for you to use them. Please dont touch the blade Please dont touch the blade ...

Sometimes the things in my head prevent me from getting out of bed, All I want to do is move my feet to the cold spots on my sheets, That ...

I’m filled with this anger inside And every time they point the finger I explode I spit words that never miss Victims feel the pain Something I try to hide ...

If I had it my way, you'd be my poem. I’d write you beneath bittersweet Willows, weeping for lost Seasons of ripening. And you would flow from my pen Like ...

A man from a distant town, searches a generic magik noun. To a far off adventure he goes, an RPG story of woes. He fights his way through moblins, killing ...

oh woe is me! i behold the world one last time but all i see is dirt and grime what ever happened to generosity? everyone is greedy revealing they are ...

Music, music everywhere, Yet no one finds it singing in the air. Guitars, violins with their plucked musical strings, Bells and chimes making ‘ding-dong-ding’s. Is this the only music you ...

The walls are sweating. Anticipation breathes, Rustles the curtains with Its moist breath. Darkness never falls, it jumps- It’s the light that dives, Limbs spread, crashing simultaneously Into the o

Behold, I finally finished the poem after a few months of neglect. The Precariously Perched Pidgeon It was precariously perched,That little pidgeon of mine.For were it standing out of reach,I'd ...

We are one body. Broken and disjointed Confused and aching Prostrate on the marble floor Of the one world. Our bones are tired, Our marrow dry, Lips cracked, Eyes closed. ...