Young Writers Society

How high can I get Before I puncture the sky And cause the stratosphere to Callous and swell with Thick gray clouds that Spread like a black-and- Purple bruise? ...

Look at her. She is everything you are not. Her long graceful movements flowing effortlessly everywhere she goes. Radiating a laidback air. She glows with the warmth of the sun. ...

A mask, A scream, A gasp, A dream, A nightmare. All I see is falsity, Insecurity In all smiles A rhyme cannot begin to grasp the power of the facial ...

I'm losing my imagination, My childhood, My innocence. And I'm not maturing, Or Learning, Or making a difference. Paranoia is taking over. My future worries me. And I wonder, belatedly, ...

I'm not your savior I'm not your hero I'm not your protector I'm not your defender I'm not you I'm your betrayer I'm your villian I'm your failers I'm your ...

A poem I came up with in a second as a joke for my friends, all though the message it possesses is quite real. Someone kill me, just get the ...

Ok, just a quick warning, I'm just writing this now, so it has not been thought over or editted or anything of the sort. It's written on impulse, because I ...

I sit there, knife in hand My tears are spread across the land I feel the penitration Of an unpleasant creation Depression and pain With nothing to gain Will I ...

What's the point In even trying? Goosebumps, Let it end In a minute. Listen very closely. It's getting kind of dark out. The wind is whipping From behind. Ashes, ashes, ...

On the outside, looking in watching, learinig what they do, learning so that I can too: I like lemon, they drink lime, that is what I'll choose next time. Every ...