Young Writers Society

°°°°bitter? moi?°°°° a chance encounter on a grey bus. there is something about public transport and meetings with enemies; the ...

Empty i walk alone in the thoughts of dispear i feel nothing,no pain,no fear i am empty inside the lands ...

NOTE: It is really difficult writing a poem based on something that's 100% true and that actually happened. I already ...

blue funkblue funk -- n : a state of nervous depression this day, such a hazy day, the grey smog ...

I wrote this poem for school and my teacher thought it was very powerful so I decided to see what ...

you think you are so intelligent with your obscure references to pop culture and your convoluted metaphors involving fairytale words ...

I am tired of living, am tired of the flaws. I'm tired of giving all that I have up for ...

A moth fluttered in, confused by the yellow unforgiving incandescent light. It was seeking the moon. The girl cupped him ...

ok, so this isn't perfect or great or amazing and it's entirely spur of the moment but it's exactly how ...

January. We were sitting in opposite ends of a big blue room With just our shadows for company And there ...

Another, written back in February. Enjoy. Isolated for a little while Cold colored waterfalls falling through streams of amber hair ...

I had no idea where to put this, so if this place seems wrong let me know. I'm hoping to ...

her room has become her universe. her dreamland is purple fading into navy into black: bruised dreams. people give her ...

the sky is collapsing in polychromatic droplets staining my hair with the glitter from your aurulent wings and i slip ...

Shh,here the wind whisper Its so soft and gentle, the trees waving so slowly and swiftly. Walking through the leaves ...