Young Writers Society

In the cold, the world slows down Airs eerie movements become incarnate in mist Light seems almost to halt in solid strands Creating beautifully intricate sculptures of glow Elegant wisps ...

Lilliane She lays like the night, long black bird lashes Cast against Ivory white chilling skin, Hands folded gently over the dip between her breasts, Her weddingmourn dress pulls at ...

>Personally I hardly get this poem, I just sat down one day and wrote it. So i figured I would put it on here just because i can. to get ...

FREEDOM'S PRICE Twice walked I, upon a land so beauteous, as tore my soul to contemplate a lesser place should even be, exist at all. A pride, thought I, not ...

I’m forgetting the time, All of my thoughts are arranged in a rhyme, I’m spitting them out line by line. I’m telling my story, I’m setting my stage, I’m spilling ...

I'm not pretty. I'm not skinny. I don't have a lot to offer. I don't have much to give. Why are you still here? Why haven't you gone for something ...

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 ...