Young Writers Society

let’s be honest here. no one’s looking. so, I think I just might be in love with you. but I’m not certain – it’s just this feeling I have. Do ...

Love of my life, my soulmate You're part of me like breathing You're like a song I love to sing Never thought your beat would match my rhythm Couldn't imagine ...

*Forgive me my dear friends, if this a bit just showing my feelings to the lord! can i get an amen?* I am desperate. Desperate for your love. My head ...

[pre]Come time to wrap the presents, Christmas, Valentines, birthdays, anniversaries, people have tendencies they normally don't. They put on the masks of generosity and happiness, while they delve de

The silent darkness creeps up around me. The stillness fills my ears and head with thoughts of today. Anxieties of tomorrow. what it brings. But I'm just too tired to ...

guess what? It’s three in the AM (in the morning), dear and all the world is dead but I’ve got nothing more than our conversations half-running through my head. I ...

I wrote this kind of on a whim- tell me what you think Rise of Dreams Smoothly do they glide Smoothly do they set The stars upon them twinkle Infinitely ...

wine glass on the kitchen table, ninety percent empty. pills - three white, one crushed, the rest taken. and in the dismal solitude of her house, she weeps - one ...

You've fought in every battle, And broken every bone. Nothing left in what your saying, In crowds, but all alone. Time leaves no gaps for crying, The dead have troubles ...

It's edited, I've tried to add more emotion, but it didn't go to well, so I'm still trying to fix that, sorry. I also changed the beginning and added a ...

I was cramming for my Linear Algebra test, and so I took a break. during this break, I wrote this 'rap', but now I'm calling it a poem.... I'm gonna ...

Chapter two Isabelle woke up, with her arms realized and her mouth to be opened. She was surrounded with young infants to the age of 3 to 12, where was ...

Indeed, too long. I'm out of practice, I'm afraid, so apologies for the many problems you'll probably find with this one. [pre]LEAVING HOME This is where the cordon ends: the ...

Camellias As I lay in my field of camellias, I think about the years I've wasted. Captivated by your loving touch, a lullaby for a heartrending finish. Sing to me, ...

Everyone thinks I am crazy But i am not. Everyone hates me That is what i already thought. I live alone with no one to hold me or keep me ...