Young Writers Society

Not sure where it goes, so it goes in here. Well, hope you like it. Lying there, in the grass, I think about life. What is it That makes it ...

I was in a club, the music was loud,When this girl stood out from the crowd.She had one leg and soft red hair,They called her Jilly, the nymphomanic leper.She grooved ...

Burning and scorching me, My skin is etching away, Permanent scars and bruises will forever remain, I try to prevent the flames, But they continue to keep spreading, Fire is ...

It s like a morning with no sun, Like a bank containing no money, A millionaire living in poverty. Or like a book enclosing no pages, It s a like ...

Elegant. you called me that day you said I smelled like silk does silk smell? wafting at you as you walk d'you inhale and think mmmmm silk. Like others sniff ...

Roses Like satin on the fingertips, Wet with dew, Like a lovers sweet sweat, After you have coaxed the last gasp from their lips. And when the petals of roses ...