Young Writers Society

Letting your soul Invite breath into your body For years to come, you wish it was Eternal.... but it will end.

The picture the eyes perceive; the skin deep cover an empty scaffold waiting to be filled. There is nothing there but pastel colours and botox emotions-- the cover up of ...

Slick Jimmy is SUCH a tool. -Slick Jimmy He's one of the crowd and speaks up aloud of things he may not understand. He's a tool of sorts but just ...

“An Impending Fate” In three hundred years When trivial seem these fears Of global warming And a church reforming. When democracy falls And fire lines the halls. When the Monarch ...

My Blue Crayon committed suicide An ocean away from lonliness, I share in the plight of failure; I use my blue crayon to speak of solitude.

Little did she know, She had a friend in me. Little did I know, That- she could see.

I wrote this when I was still 12... So when I was 12 I believed that stanzas had to be certian amount of lines, adn this was during the time ...

None of it makes sense anymore. When cons start outweighing pros, and hope becomes a screaming infant tied to a stick and beaten repeatedly against the concrete sidewalk, and every ...

There once was a tissue named Bradley Who could only do things quite sadly. He snuffled and moaned And bickered and groaned And got thrown away quite gladly.

As beautiful as heaven, Just like a butterfly. They fly around like rain drops Filling up the bright blue sky. You draw you self away from them, Come crashing down ...

My zombie hands clatter across the keyboard the keys rattle and quake and words appear but I can't read them. My zombie breath shoots forth as I cough hacking upon ...

Here I lay, looking upwards, What a glorious sight to behold. The eternal beauty of the Vast heavens, looking down on me. This forgotten beauty will always be with me. ...

All the worlds touch Softly in the paper-smelling silence Of sleeping ink. All the worlds breathe And whisper words of wandering Among the wonders. All the worlds sing And dance ...

O frothing ocean waves that mold the lands You churn and toss your head in proud acclaim, Your playthings are the works of human hands. Chameleon skin, your ever-changing mood ...

There are so many different ways that I could be like a thousand mirrors, fragments of faces laugh as I smile. Did I learn my life from you? I have ...