Young Writers Society

The Edge of Sanity On the edge a lonely man stands, Emotions lost, heart in his hands, Confused look upon his face, Ran like hell but lost the race. Trying ...

fallen, from the heights of serenity into a nightmare of addictive obsession Starved of life sup on the tit of back-alley fruits on the brink of purple darkness; hunger awaits. ...

1000 WORDS The photograph is labeled neatly Pinned to a corkboard Reminder of a girl Thirteen years old Clawing her way out Of the middle school box Finding a hole ...

He is my savior, Jesus Christ the Lord. He held and comforted me, When times were bad. He gave me the courage and strength, To do what I needed, And ...

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 ...