Young Writers Society

Dad If you weren't here for me I wouldn't know I was pretty Or smart Or a good girl Dad, If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be the girl ...

anything to feel something has clouded my mind it's as if i'm not there just a spiritless body it's like a dream where everything seems like reality my eyes are ...

You think your all that, You think your a star, But when it comes to reality, Thats not what you are. You laugh like a hyhena, You look like a ...

I didn't know where this belonged.. Almost nowher because it's not to be seen.. Mods may move this , I don't mind. Unseen performance I (changed) ‘The Haunted and left ...

And she? She is creating a democracy of ink stains on her fingertips Waiting for the time to step out into the soft glow of morning The dim lights casting ...

You make me feel, unlike any other. You take away the pain and all that I suffer. You make me feel beautiful, and love what's inside. No longer do I ...

~Okay, so it's a teenage angst poem. So what? Not that it's any good, but that's besides the point. Okay, well, it doesn't rhyme and it's kind'a weird... but oh ...

I sit on a bench here on the mother world as I await the judges to send me on "processing". Should I weep? Am I supposed to go mad and ...

Touche Mr. Velasquez Touche Mr. Velasquez, you beat me at my own game of hide & seek. Who would've thought I'd hide under your shoes? You seem to do it ...

“Retrograde” Shadows are thrown onto the rocky path Stretching, sinewy shadows that play with muted stones They are the animated corpses of the sun’s wrath Casts of nature’s bare and ...

Words can't express the way I feel toward you, But I can do my best, Alex you are special to me, In each and every way, But I don't want ...

I think I’ve given a part of myself away today. I think I’ve sold my (what-ever) soul. I think that I am very sensitive right now. You know this. My ...

my favorite has been forgotten and been gone a long time heard only by people who weaze and breath only fine wine sticks of burning light high up in the ...

The black rose and I made up this fun little pieceof work. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, and fearful Why? The hatred... Hatred? Those memories... Memories? Past, horrible thoughts lingering Untimely de

At the crack of dawn the fog came down and gave the earth a gossamer gown. Like angels hair it filled the air, the trees were an evergreen comb. It ...