Young Writers Society

skeletons trapped in the back of a closet no one knows they belong to you up a narrow staircase the back corner of a hall. darkness also known as the ...

I bit into my chocolate heart and it tasted like peppermint, looked like sugary emeralds inside. I ran my tongue along the calender and it tasted like raspberry, looked like ...

Checkered clouds paint the sky, In a land where all is joy and blithe, Crystalline teardrops never fall, In a land where you can have it all. Mirrored trees speckle ...

Hey, you, kiss the clouds, Breathe in the sun, Scream out loud, Dance in the rain, Smell the dirt, Feel your breath, ‘Neath your shirt. Hey, you, touch the skies, ...

for callie *cute* because you have spent the larger portion of your life praying and scrambling and because you have seen so many smallchildrenrunningthroughyourmindfalling you don’t know what to do ...

How many times do you have to fall into puddles of gasoline and break perfect rainbows to see that you can’t do that? This is sort of cute. But it’s ...

The Curse of Mortality Some day we’ll all take out last breath, And allow life to succumb to death. Someday we’ll all say goodbye, For everyone at some point must ...

You want to speak the truth,But you won't,Why? Are afraid of what other people will say and thik of you? But you say you don't care about what other people ...

The water ripples in webs of beauty Intricate, weaving through the glassy surface The storm clouds breach to reveal wonder Illuminating the land of darkness below the heavens The tornadoes ...

Note: This was written by me and Sam; so beware. my thoughts spill on the paper like the words from your lips they fill the page with black.....I have nothing ...

Everythings right in your mind, You live in your own little world, Shutting out reality, The fear of facing the truth, Never letting in any piece of the world, Twisting ...

All spells should be cast On the voices of women. This begins in that moment After the universe should have narrowed to a single shaft of light, Focused completely on ...

You walked in with your arm still in that milk chocolate sling and the stitches ripped out of your thumb like the bindings of the calender have been ripped out ...

OK...this poem I'm posting as two parts since they're both very confuzzling and would sound weird together. Edit: I'm having troubles with the second part so I'll post that later. ...

I open my eyesAnd look to the stars“Who am I?” I ask“But a jumble of scars.”Abuse and traumaA portrait of my lifeMy broken heart shatteredThis is my strifeI dread my ...