Young Writers Society

I remember when you’d lay on the couch, look out at the window that lay beneath the roof. and if the night sky was just right the moon would shine ...

A short poem.

Look into her eyes See the depths filled with lies Though most are not her own Look into her eyes Watch her life unfold Too many ...

In times when you're rushing And feel like crying, With all the pressure And the time that runs fast. You have no idea if you will make it or not, ...

In this dream, you are invincible. Your cheeks are flushed red, And your smile is bright and true. You’re as happy as the waves that dance in the sea. The ...

Throw an autumn tablecloth across green grass green notebooks g ...

The pathetic fallacy of the weather the dim tuesday morning at approximately 8 o'clock. Finding the not thought of on the road that injured little gull. Though such ...

The shift from Hell to the light is no simple flight for casting out your breath will not suffice, nor for the bargaining of material. ...

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Did he cry, when he first saw his daughter’s face? Rocking late into the night Did her wails of infancy still fascinate? Would he pray, when at seven, ...

This is the bridge where we first met. The storm clouds above had sent their vanguard, making the pavement as slick as January ice. You apologized for my wet knees ...

I've been bled out of my will, I've suffered for all my wishes, My dreamwas to believe, And my sorrow I wanted to conquer. It hurt so bad, The pain ...

El Dar es Saber El Saber es Sentir El Sentir es vivir que es lo que vives porque eso daras pero mas importante que dejaras To Give is to Know ...

A little something I wrote, quite ironically, while experiencing writer's block.

I am wonderful at hiding it, aren't I? You'll never see it again, love. But I'll feel it until I'm old and I've forgotten our name. I'll have given you ...