Young Writers Society

I beseech you child of our time Who wanders in the everlasting light And holds the hand of god In his own sweet palm You who can take the demons ...

Ok, this is my first try on writing a haiku, hope the syllables are ok.. And hope in this haiku I didn’t miss anything. Feel free to tell me if ...

With clipped wings and tear stained eyes, thin arms reach to your prostitute morning. It stings with every word you scream and in every dream you're falling... I'm going to ...

The Stairs by theluckyflower There he was; I saw my crush again! I ran to meet him, but tripped, and then – I fumbled and grasped his shoulder. He felt ...

She was broken promises and untold lies, Lip glossed joints and lush liquor highs Swallowed tears and silent cries Genuinely happy (In an artificial way) Mouthfuls of goodbye, Lips lined ...

Scientific statistics have so far proved that out of all professions, writers are the most likely to develop mental unstabilities. You never forgot how to write, did you? When nights ...

Sunset slips on like silk, touching golden on your supple skin. And the earth is graspless, as if without friction on this dazzling twilight that refuses to engulf the azure ...

Tears of blood, Tears of fear. Tears of love. My crimson tears. They burn my face, Yet they are shed. My mind is lost, My heart is dead. I accept ...

Alone, child, you whisper You cannot face this world With thin air on your arm – Searching from darkness, You scrounge dumpsters And struggle to shine light All the way ...

Something from the archives of my life. I think I wrote this a year ago. Enjoy. The Sunset The waning light glanced off the bay piercing the sand near were ...

The only draft that has been drafted is the one presented here. Not my best work, but it's something recent that I'm fond of. The Tragedy of a Tradeoff (Haiku) ...

I started out writing this in the shade of a tree, but I became so inspired that I finished it in the tree rather than beneath it! This is the ...

I sit by the clock, but I wait for the time As I hold the pen over the paper. The minutes go by and I can’t seem to find The ...

4’33” edited version 4’33”, the epic piece, no fingers ever grace the keys. So silent is the performance that for a short period of time the audience realizes the chaos ...

Code: Select alla single silver note prolongs� �a breath withheld� �the slightest of shiversand a fragment of a shipwrecked night� � � � � � � � � � � ...