Young Writers Society

Words A love, a life One is gone A single word And it's begun A heart, a mind Taken away Just because You had to say With the dead She ...

The time is here, The time has come, For me to do, What must be done. I put my hand to one my sides, And take the gun, Form where ...

Did you ever think That what you said Would have the effect that it did? Lying as you did Crying as you did Now it has all fallen apart walking ...

My first poem in awhile so don't go easy on me! Tell me what you think! The Book I Read Grandma would have hated me Or at least what I ...

Its like living stuck in the mud. The same old routine, The same places, The same people. You try to move things forward. Add a chapter to your life But ...

[The following poem was written after an inspiration from my Geography lesson on World Food Hunger. It is really quite a sad fate for those poor guys living in impoverished ...

I posted this in dramatic poetry a month ago... but I would like critique from the people here, mostly from Brad, but also everyone who has something to say. So ...

another Fruits Basket rut. Sorry, but not looking for really serious/specific crits here, just needed to get this out of my system. Full of dark rooms Full of shadows, Pain, ...

I knew an amazing storyteller once; he used to talk in great waves, distorting space and time, and weaving majestic tales through the immeasurable tapestry of the infinite. Occasionally, during ...

Four Two girls and two boys Two pairs of friends Two hates and two loves Two as one again Cigarette butts and empty bottles Thrown around the floor People leave ...

Alone Balancing vase-like in swollen thought, all my cries have been for naught. My whole universe was shattered. You were the only thing that mattered. Left all by myself again, ...

Love is powerful. It’s a happiness far beyond any other, It’s an emotion stronger than any other, It’s a caring more powerful than any other. Love is eternally beautiful and ...

to think in metaphors... the lines of his face, gilded by man-made fire and the ceiling mottled with birthmarks of amber are such testaments to those who watch unseen, the ...

The Whore -Slick Jimmy My body is riddled with reminders of your kisses. memories of the depths of your unknown passion. Replacing my love with a desire to hate. I ...

Pulled into the Night Death is coming soon I fear, I can hear its voice ringing in my ear. It's ripping and tearing at my soul, Telling me to give ...