Young Writers Society

Ancient statues standing tall, noble visage, broken all, they've stood for near a thousand years, they'll probably stand a thousand more. They watch us live, they watch us die, all ...

sorry this was quickly typed. no caps...mb, just want to see comments on the style she woke up on her birthday and looked in the mirror, realizing something she never ...

Captain Falcon waits in weary As he waits for his blowing fury If you cross him when hes late for lunch He will hand you a Falcon PUNCH Captain Falcon ...

Force me in that chair Strap me down and tell me what’s fair How my heart beats and what I’ve done wrong Holler how I’ve failed to sing God’s song ...

Note, this will be told from a series of character perspectives within the same city, on the same path. Five segments of the one poem. Subtitle is in bold. A ...

please comment! and if you don't like it, tell me, but please don't hurt my feelings it takes me ages to get over that kinda thing...

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The spell remains unbroken The words have been spoken The magic has been released. . . The moment has seized The Fire Dancer Standing strong and steady She's nearly ready ...

red rug. i was given a big house, a big house with many trapped doors. many trapped doors were i could hide what i held precious. what i held precious ...

Once when I was younger, I found a little tree barely bigger than a twig; it was ‘bout half as big as me. It stood there in a field of ...

Fighting my passion oh so fleeting, Still I dread the thought of our meeting,Drenched in sweat my heart fast beating,We are blinded by lust, quickly receding.I wish for more waiting ...

Everyday at the same time, I walk from the library to the bus stop. The sun is shinning bright high above the city and people walk back and forth to ...

A stream flows quietly around her feet Waiting for someone she wishes to meet. Time ticks by, the stream turns into a river.. She stands alone not wanting to shiver. ...

A snake is slithering its way to her room She sleeps soudlessly unaware of her doom. Its black scaly skin streached tight across its body Red eyes cold, ready for ...

I think that there are parts of this poem that definitely need work, but I was in a playful mood this morning, so I decided to write this, in the ...