Young Writers Society

i watch as you lick your lips wet and take a drag from your cigarette that filthy habit that disgusting routine how do you make it taste so sweet like ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...

Rheum If nothing is lost on earth Living is still at hand. Loser’s tears are drops of silver -The solace on the scorching sand. The venom delicious To be encompassed ...

Fifty dollar notes pile underneath my desk and i don't know where they originated. Oh poorlittlerichgirl, Poor little Charliered perfume-smothered girl. But i think it's stolen. Oh if i was ...

It Would Be Wise to Think First When, by a condescending statement You decide to unveil a hidden Aspect about me, to the world, First, stop a moment and think ...

GAOL Today I saw a flower crushed beneath the weight of life as if, a life were not a chance but chain, and all the world a man to put ...

He was here, She was there, Sitting together In a chair. Not speaking, Or looking. But acknowledging both, The two of them could be so close. All the eyes were ...

In the moment of grief I was numb to the pain Running deep to the core of my being. Now the ache of my heart Is returned by the mirror ...

The Garden Of Life Greed is like a thistle, Its flowers hold much beauty, As they stand on thorny stems. Hate is like a nettle, You cannot clasp it in ...

There’s too much drama these days Too much drama and too much nothing Empty days and hollow weeks Make for useless years When you know what you want But you ...

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 ...