Young Writers Society

A family is a Church With wounded steeples That reach towards Luminous rooms. Hopes for mentioned Mansions lingering, Imposed on linen sighs. Limping congregations Swaying in prayer Falling onto other

Sweet and somber they will whisper To you in the dark of night The empty and cold, eerie whisper That shakes your synapses alight Creeping, seeping – much like liquid ...

When your head starts to spin And your mind gently bends And you want to be obsessed Without all that mess And your teeth yearn to ache With the sweetness ...

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my teeth scream bloody tears of holes fill me up fill me up fill me down light is scary, I like the Dark(ness) (Re)volving pain inside my Crown. My crown ...

Étrange The water from the tap is black, I sink in and I’m silent. The ripples are empty and echo. I have a feeling that the soap is washing nothing ...

"Bitch"Why do you torment me so?Flaunting your good looksreminding us how pitiful we areyou prance everywhere you go the bouncing magnifying how silky your locks areboys eagerly follow youwanting a ...

Bitterness Blue-speckled frogs shoot arrows at her They think she is a pole Something to be stuck to when it snows When the cold makes numb the skin When the ...

shadowed nights and slicing moonbeams opposite the scintillating sun a kalaidescope of yawning abysses and crystal caverns my heart skips beats as i recover beautiful memories that will again be ...

Don’t. Handing me your plastic smiles, Don’t you have the decency to at least put them on a silver platter first? I know you have many to spare. Won’t. Showing ...

“Hand me a glass of wine, my dear,” The scales on your wrists escape me. Ripple with me above the ground. How is it my head is as smoggy as ...

I miss the times when I had friends and could laugh at anything without caring I miss my life before this change And I miss talking to my "friends" And ...

Glossy black on blinding white, Feathers gleam in moon-pale light, They shake white showers from the trees, Ravens ride the icy breeze. Blots of ink on a paper sheet, Purity ...

And she’s reaching for a feeling She can’t see and never knew before, Getting hurts her habit, But it’s so much harder to ignore, Her painful heart beating, It’s aching ...

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