Young Writers Society

Falling. A sensation close to flying. The grass hold out its arms, but slices my wings as it laughs with the dirt. Panic courses through my lungs as they gasp ...

I subconsciously drift towards you… In the end I stop in front of you and Meet your warm and ardent gaze You smile tenderly at me that Makes your eyes ...

There is a limit somewhere between confession and feeling. There is a limit where you can not really see the truth as it is for real. I would lie saying ...

The red plastic cup in his hand symbolized a party. People were gathered here to drink and socialize, to have fun and be young. Nathan watched from the kitchen as ...

Just something I've been working on for a little while. I liked the characters. Hope you enjoy :) Also I'm sorry if there are extra spaces. My space bar is ...

So I guess this is about getting strength to help others and yourself from God, and the very last two lines is about ministry. Oh, and kudos to you if ...

One for anger, Two for revenge, Three in rebellion, Four for the ends. Five for lies That rolled off the tongue, Six; you can't stop. Now you've begun. Seven to ...

Hi, everyone. This is my first poem, and it was a prompt actually (Something MorningMist, Murtuza and I are involved in). Let me know what you think! I tried to ...

I’ve lived my whole life and never seen the Babe. Yeah I’ve lived my whole life and never seen the Babe. I’ve played in the parks and been to the ...

Evil in the supplement of a shell, in an unfed dog, in inane thoughts of dance on unemphatic surfaces. All the demons lateral to kitchens! All the wholesome golems in ...

I decided I was going to write a Christian poem/short storyevery day of Lent, and here's the second. Hope you enjoy! Walking to school, One of my younger sheep Trips ...

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Before to after. Morning to dusk. Not yet to no more. One rainbow end, To the other, Both landing in dirt. Working towards beauty, ...

I Don’t Understand.... Why the caged bird sings Why he hope's for freedom Only to be caged by hatred I Don't Understand... Why life is a hollow mystery

Tide Back and forth, Atide ebbs, Foaming fingers swirling, Surrounding, Reaching, Touching, A single tide, Teasing many breathless moments, Surging up, Surging over, And pulling me over, But for now, ...