Young Writers Society

Am I a terrible person? If I don't believe in God Or if I don't believe in Heaven Am I a freak? If I wear a lot of black And ...

Trying is a waste of time For nobody really cares Crying is over-rated It only makes you feel weak and small What's the point in living? In a world so ...

Well, fair enough by me. You don't want to talk? Well, that's fair enough. You'll do well without me. And I noticed a trend. Bad influence? Fine. In fact, that ...

You ask me what is my favorite treat. I ask,"For just a snack or for a mood?" You just nod. So I became a snob. I said in a unpleasent ...

The numbness that comes, When emotions battle. Much like The death of two countries, When their troops Meet on neutral grounds to war. Maybe if I ignored one, The other ...

(Okay so I wrote this back a long time ago while I was...I guess you could say...testing things. I was used. Everyone gets used. I'm over it now. I didn't ...

I saw her crying as she stood all alone When she thought that others and I were gone. I heard her breath and saw

As the water trickles from the rivulet nearby, I start to wonder If I’m still alive then I have to find the answer Of whom I really am, and so ...

So, malice. Where to start? The very word, is unsettling. Yes, malice. It's cruel sound. It's known pleasure, spawns rejection. Oh, malice. Go away. It brings forth hate, a manmade ...

The sun is setting My siblings are out sledding I travel to my favorite tree Where I can be free A pudding cup in my hand My iPod playing ...

“Seventh Grade” What is it about seventh grade? Everything changes, You don’t know what’s what. Your best friends turn away, Even when they mean the most They’re gone. ...

I hear the softpitter-patter Of raindrops softly tapping the window As I lay my head down gently on the pillow The wind whistles softly outside Singing me to sleep But ...

I'm not perfect, not like the painting in the hallway. I'm not certain, not like the statues in the muesem. I'm not innocent, not like the children giggling next door. ...

I woken up to a unfamiliar place its dark. realy dark a small light is behind me thefigure of a man beihnd a screen is what i seen he ...

What happens when, The moon crashes into Earth? Does the moon start to destroy the Earth, Flooding it, Until the eye can see no more land. What happens when, A ...