Young Writers Society

I'd rather say hello than say goodbye. I'd raher greet, than I would cry. To laugh, than weep. To walk than creep. To have a restful, peaceful sleep. But the ...

Solitude Come to my heart with a mask of purple, gold and green, come with your twisted candlestick smile, come with kisses and lies and wilted roses and maybe I ...

I sink into my sheets at night In my silent shadowed room Another day completed Left with lonely thoughts of you I picture you, you’re playing Fingers grazing a guitar ...

This is for Rob Two hearts, One Love Two hearts become one, Two souls entwine, Two lives unite, In love we are strong, We'll live to see another day, We'll ...

Flowers Shining brightly near a drabby old shack, or what some people would call it- "The ruins of a beautiful place." They were new friends but now are old. They ...

Welcome... welcome to a world where people fight and think that they are right. were people take things for granted and find out in the long-run that we shouldn't. Welcome... ...

November’s Child solitude and snowy nights grey leaves in your midnight hair tangled upon your broken shoulders melancholy hazel eyes gentle hands and frozen heart trails of frost down ivory ...

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(secrets) on the thorn my finger falls a drop of blood as dark as night is when I’m all alone hiding from the falling rain silver moonlight silver rose darkness ...

Following my Heart (through seasons of despair) My hope shall die with the Roses, in the spring bright and fresh and full of fragrance A single melody in an orchestra ...

Man Man, Could you please tell me your name? Where was it that you last spent the night, Man? The godforsaken ramshackle of A warehouse carries your odour. Sober, I’m ...

[FYI I deleted the text b/c parents may know about my YWS now. Shame, but they're real strict and conservative sometimes. They don't like sexual allusions and they sure as ...

Apart of me Worries I lie upside down My head in the lake The waterfall above me Thundering My head submerged with Tainted bubbles surfacing I breathe no more Will ...

night air sticks to the insides of my ribs dizzying breathlessness on the verge of tears, terror – .....................can you feel it pulsing now? passion never really was our strong ...

This is abstract in the extreme. It was so very bizarre, but I took your advise, to ''lineorize'' and look at each sentence as a moment in a dreamscape. At ...