Young Writers Society

It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...

& this shit’s so confusing. I feel like I’m losing, Touch with the only, Person, I’m so lonely, Without. Full of doubt, & a life put on pause, Due to ...

The pain is unbearable, I can't take it anymore, The adrenaline is pumping through me, Like a rollercoaster, It has it's ups and down. A broken heart yet once again, ...

I know the ending isn't all that good, but I like the poem, can you please help!!! Tell me a secret, Tell me a lie, Tell me a story, About ...

* sticky lips pressed together in dark silence betray any hope of ever being innocent again turn up the stereo so loud you have no hope of ever hearing anything ...

I am the Master! Magician! The Punch and Judy Man! Watch me twist miracles from sultry summer nights, find buried treasure in grey graffitied walls. Let me guide you to ...

Should I forgive you the too many mistakes you’ve made? You test the durable and generous bounds of my love, which is caught between limitlessness of my childhood that convinced ...

How can I . . . tell you that I don't love you like you and never will again Why don't I . . . just lie down for a ...

Just the way I'm feeling right now..enjoy Wondering if you’re thinking of me As much as I thought of you Wasting time with those same Dried out thoughts that Make ...

Night calls the living thoughts Day remembers them with fuzzy detail. Connected paths mix with within Falling situations make their place. The thought The mood The passing Become a single ...

I was flicking through an old book The other day and came across A postcard. Just a simple postcard. But withered, and old, Yellow, tea-stained And dirty. But under the ...

Ah, the inspiration of bad news. Enjoy I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter Its always more dramatic if I lie on the floor, looking up at the separatist light. ...

Vertical monuments of conformity line the ground. Caricatures of the insane engulf the sacred zone. Ripples of light force their permant etch apon my spoted skin. Violent direction randomly applied. ...

Come in dear, child do come in, to thePlace where all your nightmares beginWhere all the horrors made are saidTo dance around inside your headThey never leave their always thereFor ...

This is the end of a story I am writing. The last two lines from the two main characters Jess and Joanie and the poem. Here in Gethsemane “We okay ...