Young Writers Society

(This poem won a third-place award at a competition, and I still don't know how it did so, for I consider it one of my not-so-good works!) The Terrors of ...

Coming to see me again, are you? Following me from dream to reality. See me worthy, do you? Well, I don't want you to. She's an inferno of wicked, She's ...

A poem I wrote for my little cousin. Goosebumps --- Haunting whispers of all kinds, A spider crawling up your spine, Cool breeze, a tight squeeze, Chills you to the ...

Lithe form And wispy auburn tresses In loose curls. Her beauty Is the only thing That hadn’t been Taken from her. Two years back Everyone knew her. The outstanding social ...

TORNADO No matter how hard I tried I just [b]couldn't seem to make the wotds come out right on the page. They were there all right- swirling in my head ...

This is a true story. &&&&&&&&& Coming home From a business trip In Saint Louis. The airport terminals Offer a grey and listless Welcome. The wheels of his suitcase Squeak ...

Sitting in geometric rows, Of flesh and blood and mind. Is the hope we long to know, The creative ties that bind But the sterility of the surfaces. And continuity ...

In Memoriam, from Les Choristes Deux ex machina The soldiers march onward in rigid rows, Identical breastplates catching the light; Each man is focused on the cursed foes, Teeming with ...

See this place where destruction rules, where winds race and rush, where water rises and crushes. Unmoving lay the bodies of the dead, above rooftops. You look at the houses ...

I wrote this at age of 11. I like icecreams, Icecreams like me. It's a natural habit, Like sugar with tea. Like a hurl without a sliothar, Would be stranded. ...

A midwinter’s night, no one’s awake. In the grass, a silent creature lies. Its presence alone makes its target quake Along with the gaze of its yellow eyes. The hunter ...

He was always so kind to me, only to me, until enchanted with her smile, he cast me aside and married her under the sweet orange tree. I never knew ...

My scars date back to my early childhood. But you must understand i am no monster nor am i insane but im quite misunderstood. They called me names and gave ...

It was as black as black could be, Just drifting, drifting, drifting. Then, something magical happened, It started to rain, pour, soak the Earth! It washed through towns and valleys, ...

She knew why leaving was the only option she had left. Her father's drugs, scattered in the dismal house where marijuana was just as common as food. In fact, it ...