Young Writers Society

He sat with his head in his hands, wondering if he would ever feel whole, Thinking on what he had lost, and what he had never gained, He sat with ...

sleeping, napping, dozing off, if you want the best seat in the house... you will have to move the cat.

the tiger hunts in dence grass, waiting to pounce, a small antellope is her prey, she pounces on the antellope, the antellope is dead, she drags her prey back to ...

A lovers heart; Cut open. The serrated blade, drowned in blood. A lovers hand; Balled into a fist. Teeth grinding, Blood shot eye's. A lovers face; is frowning. a look ...

A crisp Autumn morning, with a chill in the air. I wrap my scarf arond me tighter. The crunch of the leaves, a colourful display. Like a sunset in the ...

*In memory of 2 of my friends who died last year after being swept away at Lulworth Cove*(November 4th 2005) -R.I.P- The sea had cruel intentions On that fateful day, ...

Mock me, Tease and manipulate me. I don't care. Control me, Possess and trick me. I'll close my eyes while you stare. You think you're stronger? The malice in your ...

You spent hours making sure you hair was just so and now - this is it! First Disco! your dad drops you around the corner, you wait 'til he leaves, ...

Every time i see you I can't help but to stare The whole room lights up And my heart starts to repair But every time I see you I can't ...

Robin The quiet countryside of Mersham Where I watched the birds sing sweetly And the magpies sleep soundly. I hop from left to right searching for my friends, But I ...

The Voice What is the voice in your head? Is it your conscience? Is it you? Is it God? Can you trust your senses? Can you trust your heart when ...

You clay dolls Swimming around in my head. You clay dolls Spitting feathers, Into bottles That left You laughing. This is the folly: You've never let go of me. Our ...

A little ditty I wrote some time back. Across the Western Ocean,Beyond the Misty Seas,Past Enchanted IslesAnd against the Eastward breeze:You'll come to lamplit quaysIn a twilight time,A harbour in ...

Paint on the bottom of ballerina slippers, inksplatters on rose - she blooms a virgin flower fit to burst. Petals unfold, unwieldly words, as winds rip these wishes free. One ...

If I Went Crazy One Day, And Told You I Loved You What Would You Say? Would You Tell Me You Love Me Too, Or Say Nothing And Run Away? ...