Young Writers Society

Sickly sweet silver flash in the light blade’s trickle of warm and wet smiles underlined by a depth of kohl shadows wild guesses in the dark of the sun as ...

Some people ignore the obvious When will they understand Some people believe in destiny When the future is right there in their hand And when the rain falls And everything ...

Biting your bloody lip, You tell me all your secrets What he’s done these past few days Time at rug-burn paces, You topple off of your ceiling fan Falling gracefully ...

When hopes wall falls down and breaks, humanity realizes it made a mistake. Conspiracy taken by those who rule, soon they'll notice; humanity's fool. Fact or fiction? choose or die, ...

This bloodline is full of strong women Figurines ice cold against the raging storm Of emotional men, the backs on red hands Flung against faces, They are not porcelain, but ...

wow. i can really get inside the persons head, i especially like the "this apathy swelling up inside me is the measure of mere inches between the tip of my ...

The Maypole stands In the deserted field Of a ruined school A tree stands beside Gnarled branches lifted Black from soot and ash The maypole’s paint Is cracked down And ...

Innocence drapes me like a white cloak virginity my eyes are pure closed to the passion, the rain of desire drizzling your body My ivory tower is water-proof Yet a ...

I'd like to be crude, play nasty, bend the rules, in short my dear fellow, i want to be you. can i crawl into your single-breasted waistcoat and your leather ...

“the other one” A work in progress She was the ghost of stimulation when I first saw her pass my way; a premonition, thrown here by some divine command. Her ...

Alright, here's my latest prose. It'll make a lot more sense if you realise that there's only one person in this, talking to themself. Here it is: Lone Lee Lonely ...

I close my eyes and silently sigh, the breath taking out the grit of my soul. Bare skin frostbitten by your love that's gone colder than the arctic depths. Slipping ...

Raise requiem A body burns tonight Exult your praises to the Elixir of excuses On this closed-door room Stained glasses and stained vision We’re spotless on the casket, Pristine, the ...

Alright, this is an example of "Imagery" Poetry, which is supposed to creative images in your head... if anbody can seriously DEFINE imagery poetry and help me with this, it's ...

August Rain She stood alone, silent in the ruins of her own surrender; she breathed plumes of steam in the bitter Monday daybreak; her body radiated to all around. All ...