Young Writers Society

If you have any suggestions for a title, I'd like to hear them. I stand along the shoreline, The fish quake with fear, For they can see me casting, And ...

there are puzzle pieces strewn across dilapidated, wooden tables, and we try to revive the remnants by forcing the corner-angles into our nearly correct places. but Big Brother says that ...

Once there was a house, Pink roofed and cracked walls within. The path twisted and turned, The fence splintered passers by and the chimney never worked. One there was a ...

Darkness overtakes my weary soul upon a pedastool of gold I stumble upon the hardened ground I could fall on my face and not make a sound A castaway, that's ...

Missive It wasn’t so long ago That I was living this history, Not writing it. Your hands made a lush country of my body, Boundaries drawn with my hot blush ...

There's too much on my mind I can't seem to close my sleepy eyes Tears falling down like rain on my face staining my cheeks for everyone to see The ...

Your eyes look old, Your hands are cold. You pretend to be bold As your arms slowly fold. Inside you are broken and in pain It's not long before you ...

Chapped lips Chalk dreams Tiny capsuals Are my relief If you know what I mean Pick a star Swallow that pill And fall to the floor Hide your heart Kill ...

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A new disease Not in the books. An unmarked grave Lost in a field of names. Caught without an imprint. In an abyss of forgotteness. Sealed, closed inside A rotten ...

(I am either too literal or too abstract; I am not sure which.) I dreamed I found an oyster And knew it was the world Inside it was a pearl ...

To streaks, with love! It all started at the hair-salon, Where we first met! As i saw you perched on My tresses set... It sure was love at first sight, ...

so much energy with nowhere to go i don't know how to let it flow let it leave let it out i feel that things are just about to blow, ...

I can't switch off, my brain keeps running, I can't stay still, I have to do something concentration span of a few seconds, I'm gifted, so my teacher reckons, my ...

A face against a screen of Pale glass, dotted with sweat. In a dream that's true But devoid of reality. The long, pale fingers that scrape Down my back Through ...